Yang Zhen let out a sigh and hurriedly moved aside, to avoid getting splashed by the old man's saliva.
This feeling was illusory, as if he could control the entire heaven and earth, yet at the same time, as if he could not control anything at all; in any case, it was profoundly mysterious.
"You said... you can control this world?" After coming to his senses, Sword Demon looked on in disbelief.
"Impossible, when did you have time to refine this world? Just now you were almost struck to death by lightning."
Dao Mo and the others watched Yang Zhen with odd expressions on their faces. Although Yang Zhen was reckless with his words and barely spoke the truth, he mostly uttered words of false modesty. However, such claims of being able to control the entire world were not something he usually said.
Could it be that Yang Zhen truly refined this world?
But when did he refine it?
