Wang Xuan did not even spare a second glance for the gazes intertwining in the void.
He knew they belonged to the Old Monsters within the forbidden zones.
A bunch of trash whose lifespans had run dry and who had severed their own Dao Fruits, greedily eyeing his body.
Want to eat me like an Undying Divine Medicine?
That depends on whether you crippled husks have good enough teeth.
Wang Xuan looked coldly at the heavens.
He now stood at the ninth level of the quasi-emperor realm, and his Chaos Body had truly been pushed to the Great Accomplishment stage.
What did a Great Accomplishment Chaos Body mean? It meant that even if a flourishing Ancient Emperor or Heavenly Venerable, with perfected Dao and peak vitality, stepped forward, Wang Xuan could tear them apart alive with his bare hands.
Let alone this pack of cowards who only knew how to slash themselves and hide underground to cling to life.
If they wanted to emerge together and hunt him, Wang Xuan was even looking forward to it.
Come one, kill one. Come several, kill several. Every last one of them would be delivering treasures to his doorstep.
Rolling tribulation clouds roared madly overhead, their might no weaker than a Great Emperor's true Dao-attainment tribulation. If an ordinary ninth-level quasi-emperor encountered a Thunder Tribulation of this scale, they would immediately have to head for the Border Wasteland of the cosmos.
Otherwise, the aftershocks of the descending lightning would be enough to blast countless ancient life-bearing stars into dust.
Yet Wang Xuan stood as still as if his feet had taken root.
There was no need to run.
While the Thunder Tribulation above continued to brew, Wang Xuan turned around.
He looked into the distance.
The Miniature Demon City and the Stone Token