It was not only Wang Shouzhe.
Even the other younger members of the family had bright, intent eyes as they stared at the battlefield, their hearts racing with yearning.
Battles between Spirit Platform Realm ancestors were rarely seen in ordinary times. Everyone's understanding of their combat prowess and destructive power had remained only in the realm of imagination.
Today was a feast for the eyes, one that had a positive and encouraging effect on every young member aspiring to walk the path of the Spirit Platform.
Take Wang Luoqiu, for instance. This girl who spent all day boasting that she wanted to walk the path of an Emperor now had a pretty face full of shock and disbelief, as though she had been dealt a blow. It made Wang Shouzhe feel a faint pang of heartache.
"It's all right, girl." Wang Shouzhe stroked her head and consoled her. "You're still young. As long as you want to walk the path of an Emperor—no, the path of the Spirit Platform—your Fourth Brother will definitely support you, even though this road is full of hardship and rough ground..."
Who would have thought—
Wang Luoqiu turned back and shot Wang Shouzhe a glance. "Old—no, Wang Shouzhe, can you stop being so childish? There has never been a smooth road for the strong. I was just thinking about when I'll be able to blow up a mountain with one punch. It'll probably take another hundred or two hundred years, so I'm just a little sad."
Wang Shouzhe was instantly speechless. What, was she planning to tear apart spaceships with her bare hands? He could not be bothered to respond to her.
Suddenly!
Another change occurred on the battlefield.
Under Ancestor Longyan's unending barrage, Liu Zhide's turtle shell was finally smashed apart. He flew backward