Who was True Lord Luan Xiong? A peerless genius who had advanced to the Spirit Projection Stage at just over twelve hundred years old.
More importantly, he had not secluded himself all the way to the Spirit Projection Stage. He had advanced again and again through ceaseless battles, ultimately stepping into the ranks of True Lords.
The people who could catch his eye could be counted on one hand, much less those who received his praise.
Yi Jue received an evaluation of "not bad," and Elder Qing Huang's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
True Lord Luan Xiong said nothing further. With a lift of his hand, he drew the Divine Lord Statue before him.
This Divine Lord Statue stood nearly two meters tall. It was an enormous wasp, though its abdomen was extraordinarily huge, somewhat like a spider's.
There had been even larger statues in the Divine Temple, more than ten zhang tall and firmly fixed to the ground. Yi Jue had been unable to bring them out in such haste—not because she lacked the ability, but because she did not want anyone to discover her. So she had taken the smaller Divine Lord Statue from the offering table.
True Lord Luan Xiong narrowed his eyes and examined the statue twice, then raised a hand to calculate. His expression suddenly changed. "Well, well... it's not merely at the Spirit Projection Stage?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present went pale, especially Feng Jun and the other two—was the Insectoid World really that terrifying?
True Lord Luan Xiong glanced at them. "Scared?"
"Isn't fear normal?" Elder Qingji knew how to deal with her own True Lord. "It would be false not to fear it. But just as True Lord Luan Xiong said... fear is fear, but what must