"Female Prisoner, don't run! Your father's here to collect you!"
Chen Fusheng stood tall atop the magnificent Saint Star, his great sleeves fluttering. His tongue battle thunder sound spread throughout the Radiant Saint Palace, exploding beside the ears of everyone in the world with a rumble that lingered long after.
Crash!
The powerhouses across the world were utterly dumbfounded. Many of the guests gathered here had been frightened out of their wits.
Even the Radiant Supreme—what had she just seen? She had actually fled instinctively. This overturned everyone's understanding of a Supreme.
"Chen Fusheng, has he gone mad...?"
Some incredulous shouts rang out. The young powerhouses who knew Chen Fusheng were practically bulging their eyes out.
They said that the impression from a first meeting lasted forever.
Some perceptions remained rooted in the past, but looking at Chen Fusheng now, standing atop the Saint Star like the First Supreme towering over the Great Universe and standing at the summit of the Pure Yang Continent, he seemed like a terrifying emperor commanding the Nine Heavens Ten Earths.
"Master Chen has been possessed..."
Fang Zhong's frozen brain regained its spark. He howled, and Fire Xuan and the others found themselves in complete agreement.
What kind of occasion was this? Who would dare stand up and humiliate a Supreme?
Many powerhouses also subconsciously glanced at Han Ping. They noticed him smiling bitterly with a darkened face. That expression clearly said that he was Master Chen.
"So that's how it is..." The various heroes' legs went weak. Some could barely breathe, their heads buzzing incessantly.
Mi Xi, simply dressed, tilted her head up and gazed at Chen Fusheng. She felt that his face had become much more handsome, radiating an intimidating heroic spirit that made him difficult to look at directly.
"Chen Yuanqing..."
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