Can't figure it out!
Xuanming Holy Son racked his brain but couldn't make sense of it.
Why, during the banquet at the Nine Dragon Divine Dynasty, had Mu Fusheng not revealed anything beyond his talismans and intellect?
But now he had become so powerful, he hardly seemed like a talisman master at all!
Weren't talisman masters supposed to be weak in close combat?
Turns out... fairy tales are all lies.
Even Xuan Ye, the Emperor of the Xuanwu Divine Dynasty on the giant tortoise, slightly furrowed his brows upon witnessing this scene and couldn't help but telepathically communicate, "Xuanming, don't forget, you represent the Xuanwu Divine Dynasty now!"
Upon hearing this, the Xuanming Holy Son seriously nodded and replied telepathically, "Don't worry, Father, he is no match for me."
"I demand an overwhelming victory!"
"I understand."
After speaking,
blood qi began to gradually seep out from within the Xuanming Holy Son's body through the gaps in his scale armor!
