Ming Saint Son appeared alone, facing Chen Xuan and the many powerhouses of the Xuanhuang Lineage by himself, yet he exuded an air of supremacy and tyranny!
His arrogance and disdain came from his bloodline and bones, not something he deliberately put on.
It was like the superiority a cub of the king of beasts felt when gazing at a flock of chickens, ducks, and insects!
Chen Xuan had to admit that the other party was qualified to act this way!
A Seven-Veined Sacred Spirit was an exceptionally rare lifeform even in the Primordial Era, known as one of the foremost darlings of that age!
And according to Ming Saint Son, he should have been sleeping for countless eras.
This time, the Twelve Main Gods had been driven into a frenzied rage, so they had spared no expense in deploying this "chess piece."
"You're very strong! But... everything you just said was just showing off! You wanted to make me feel awe toward you, didn't you? Besides, you were also buying yourself enough time to recover more strength and gain a better chance of victory! Am I right?"
Chen Xuan spoke with certainty, his gaze cold and sharp as blades!
Battle intent surged around him like a raging tide, yet the palpitations and wariness in his heart were just as intense.
The name Seven-Veined Sacred Spirit was simply too renowned and terrifying!
Even if Ming Saint Son had slept through countless eras and was long past his peak, even one-tenth of his recovered strength could not possibly be underestimated!
Moreover, Seven-Veined Sacred Spirits were born with incomparably powerful physiques and extraordinary soul bodies. Such an advantage was obvious—and terrifying.
"Oh? Human, you're quite clever! What's your name?"
"Chen Invincible!"
"Heh heh!... Ah! The ignorant truly fear nothing! Are the words