"Just look at those three old bastards! They strutted around when they first appeared as if they were untouchable, with their eyes practically growing on top of their heads! One moment they called us ants, the next they demanded that we hand over our supreme treasures! And what happened in the end?"
Lu Pan swung his door-sized fists, shouting excitedly at the top of his lungs, his voice shaking the Chaos Void.
"They were all silver-plated wax spears—pretty to look at but useless! Utterly helpless! Three punches and two kicks, and they were beaten into dead dogs! Hahaha! Let's see if they still dare act arrogant in front of me!"
Bai Yaoyao also drifted silently down beside Lu Chen like a snowflake.
Her black hair streamed like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind.
Her white robes were still whiter than snow, untouched by even the slightest speck of dust or blood.
It was as though that breathtaking sword strike from moments ago—the one that had judged the Chaos Void and shattered Mystic Nether Sword Master's Dao heart—had not come from her hand at all and had nothing to do with her.
She merely turned her head slightly and quietly gazed at Lu Chen's sharply defined, exceptionally handsome profile.
Deep in her cool jade-like eyes, a trace of softness and... dependence flashed—so faint it was almost impossible to detect.
It was as though as long as she was by his side, heaven and earth would remain at peace.
"Big Brother World Lord!"
"World Lord!"
"Boss!"
Luo Li, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, and the others also rushed over, brimming with excitement.
Every face was filled with the exhilaration of surviving a calamity, along with an almost fanatical worship and awe of their World Lord.
That battle had been far too