"Don't rush."
Wang Yuan's calm voice rang out, and Qian Daoliu finally halted.
"What do you think a Child of Heavenly Dao is? He is favored by the entire plane. To make him die young, you would have to destroy this world."
"My lord, then what should we do? We can't just let that child grow up and destroy Spirit Hall."
Wang Yuan shook his head. "I said I came to help Spirit Hall become stronger. Naturally, I won't stand idly by."
"Spirit Hall's ideals are what this continent needs most."
"He is merely a Child of Heavenly Dao." Wang Yuan rose to his feet. "Even the Heavenly Dao of your world amounts to nothing."
"Even if gods from the God Realm descend, they will still fall."
With those words, Wang Yuan fully exuded the aura of a great villain.
But he had come to the Douluo Continent to be a great villain in the first place.
Little San was not Xiao Huohuo; he did not know how to repay kindness.
Just look at it: the Endless Fire Territory had Yao Lao, while the God Realm had no Yu Xiaogang.
No matter how great the kindness shown to Little San, he would not remember it.
On the contrary, he might very well be enraged by some trivial matter and decide that you deserved death.
"That child may be Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor's son, possessing terrifying bloodlines and inheriting two Martial Souls."
"To you, he may be troublesome." As he spoke, a cold gleam flashed through Wang Yuan's eyes. "But to me, even countless years from now, after he has long since become a god, he will still amount to nothing."
"Become a god?"
Qian Daoliu's heart jolted. This was already the second time he had heard that