A fierce battle broke out in the forest outside Stone Village.
Young geniuses from several factions fought for the title of greatest genius across hundreds of thousands of miles—and for Willow God's branches.
The commotion drew the people of Stone Village to the village entrance to see what was happening.
"Willow God, that boy wants to take your branches and refine them into a treasure," Meng Chuan said, sending his voice to her as he stood beside her.
"They already think you're theirs for the taking. Once they settle who wins, your branches are getting snapped off."
"How mighty. I never imagined the Great Wilderness held such formidable people. They want to take your branches and refine them into a treasure. I wonder if any Immortal Kings dared do that in the Immortal Ancient Era."
"As expected of the Great Wilderness: crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I wouldn't even be surprised if a few reclusive emperors popped up next."
These young fighters were Immortal Emperors reborn, every last one of them. Little Nonpoint couldn't hold a candle to them!
Meng Chuan kept chattering away. Willow God said nothing.
She hadn't cared at first, but after hearing the man talk, she began to feel that something was strange. Very strange.
There was something about this man and his mouth. They seemed to possess an odd power that could make anything sound strange.
"Uncle Meng, why are they fighting?" Little Nonpoint asked. He had been sitting in Meng Chuan's arms the whole time.
"They want to decide who's Number One Under Heaven, then take Willow God's branches." Meng Chuan's hand never stopped pinching Little Nonpoint's cheeks.
You shameless groper.
"Are they bad people?" Little Nonpoint's little face turned stern.
If they wanted to snap off Willow God's branches, what were they if