"Yes, yes!"
Luke Yates quickly nodded. He heard someone talking to him from the black imperial decree.
He was the only one who heard everything. No one else heard a word.
In other words.
Luke was the descendant of the ancestor, the First Emperor.
He had gnawed on two imperial decrees by himself.
He had forcefully found two supreme pinnacle paths.
It was a legend.
In the future, the martial arts world would definitely remember this matter and it would become a legend that would be passed down for thousands of years.
Little Fool would definitely be remembered by all the martial artists in the world.
Fenton Jansky and the others saw that Luke only listened to his brother's words. They said helplessly, "Family Leader, Little Fool has two of the supreme pinnacle arts. He can't cultivate them himself."
"Luke, give them the supreme art!"
Braydon Neal said lightly.
