Mu Fusheng's current demeanor was something Blackie and the others had never seen before.
Arrogant, unrestrained, casting aside all caution.
As if a peerless strongman was confronting a weakling.
Yet, this attitude, when displayed by Mu Fusheng, didn't feel the least bit incongruent.
As though Mu Fusheng was naturally born with a sense of superiority.
And he had the capital for it.
Ji Yang watched as his attack was so easily broken through, his expression darkened slightly. Hearing Mu Fusheng's words, his gaze filled with further fury.
How many years had it been.
Since someone had dared to look down on him like this.
He was the Holy Son of the Seven Treasures Saint Sect. Although he had only just arrived in the world, his debut placed him directly at the third position on the Cangxuan List.
It could be said that among the younger generation throughout the Chaos Realm, aside from those two monsters, no one could compare to him.
