Spiritual Martial World.
Xuankong City.
The aura of a Martial God swept across the sky.
Once again, it incited the wild jubilation and veneration of the common people below.
But as always,
The Martial Gods did not linger; they headed straight for the Imperial City at the center.
"Aotian!"
"Aotian!"
As soon as Chen Sheng landed,
a wave of exclamations immediately filled his ears.
Hearing the news of Long Aotian's rescue,
his family and intimate friends had long been waiting here.
However,
when they saw Long Aotian with a skewed skull and looking like a dead man, they collectively cried out and surged towards the group.
In an instant,
inside and outside,
Chen Sheng, who had just returned from the Broken Planet, was surrounded by a watertight crowd.
Seeing Chen Sheng's expression grow more and more impatient,
Lie Yan, who had initially planned to carefully persuade them, swiftly raised his hand to quell the surrounding noise.
"Everyone, there is no need to worry."