When Qin Yuan noticed that Qin Wuyou had actually laughed, he was dumbfounded!
He even wondered whether his explanation just now had not been serious enough.
It was such a grave matter, so how could his grandson still laugh?
"Oh! Wuyou, have you already found a way to deal with it? Or do you have some other way to avoid the power suppression of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"
Qin Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He now had complete confidence in his grandson, as though no matter how difficult the problem was, his grandson could easily solve it!
At Qin Yuan's question, Qin Wuyou gave an awkward smile.
He could hardly tell Qin Yuan that he had misunderstood.
"Grandpa, the suppression of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield doesn't affect me!"
Qin Wuyou could only smile again as he answered.
When Qin Yuan heard that Qin Wuyou actually had no fear of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield's power suppression, his eyes shone brilliantly. He asked excitedly, "Wuyou, does that mean you really have found a way to counter the power suppression of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"
Qin Yuan was beside himself with excitement!
If Qin Wuyou truly had found a solution, it would be a blessing for the entire Human Race!
Over countless years, so many Human Race experts had searched for such a method, yet none had succeeded!
Back when Qin Yuan served as the God of War of the Human Race's Heaven-Shaking Army, he had entered the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield countless times in search of a solution to this quandary, only to fail every time.
Later, after he stepped down as the Heaven-Shaking Army's God of War, Qin Zhan took his place.
After becoming the Heaven-Shaking Army's God of War, Qin Zhan had continued researching the matter.