"This is the ruler of the Cosmic Light World—the Cosmic Light God, the Mythical Kunpeng!"
Samuel, the master of Dragon God Palace, wore a rarely grave expression.
"Palace Master, this is the Mythical Kunpeng? Wasn't it dead long ago?"
A Dragon Race elder asked.
"It is indeed dead. Only a corpse remains. If it were still alive, a single glare from it would kill us. How could we still be standing here talking?"
Samuel said in a low voice, "But even in death, a god is still a god and cannot be profaned. I'm afraid some Saint committed an act of desecration against it, provoking the instinctive wrath of a god."
An act of desecration?!
The moment those words fell, nearly all the Saints turned their eyes toward Xia Ping. After all, it was this kid who had escaped from the Cosmic Light World just now, triggering the Cosmic Light God's fury?!
Without a doubt, this kid must have done something to desecrate the god.
"Damn it, was it you bastard who did something and brought this god corpse back to life?!" An Abyss King glared furiously at Xia Ping, trembling from head to toe with rage.
"No, I'm innocent. I merely happened to pass through its resting place, happened to take something beside it, and happened to wake it up. That's all."
Xia Ping claimed he was utterly innocent.
What a load of "happened to"!
The Abyss Kings were nearly maddened with fury. This bastard Dragon Race Saint had clearly done something earth-shattering in the Cosmic Light World, causing the entire world to shatter and even disturbing the corpse of a god.
And this bastard knew he was no match for the god corpse, so he came scurrying over here, plainly intending to divert disaster onto others and make