The Dragon Clan's formidable physique could only bring him benefits.
He had no idea that he had already been plotted against by Long Jingtian, but even if he knew, he would not take it seriously. For he was no longer Miao Keran, but an avatar of the will of the great god of Destruction, the embodiment of the will of destruction.
After the war ended, Xiao Qiang had been cultivating on the Zhu Family's island. The Zhu Family's island was located in the middle of the Southern Sea, from where Xiao Qiang could keep an eye on the Southern Sea, ready to act at the first sign of trouble.
"Elder Brother Xiao," Zhu Ziling entered from outside on this particular day.
"Elder Brother Xiao, I didn't want to disturb your cultivation, but today people from the Hundred Schools of Thought have arrived, and they are here to see you," Zhu Ziling said softly outside Xiao Qiang's door.
