Li Xuan alone faced thousands of Martial Artists, his expression light, but his heart was heavy.
The strength of the demonic child was stronger than any demi-god he had ever seen.
Of course, with his current strength, it was still nothing significant.
However, so many powerful beings, their auras connected, their momentum interwoven, created a formidable atmosphere that, once action was taken, could shatter heaven and earth!
They had assembled the might of all the Great Grandmasters in the world, and this was no small matter!
At this point, he believed that even a true Martial Arts heavenly being would have to retreat and flee in the face of such an array.
But he was not afraid in the slightest!
Even so, a fiery passion surged in his heart; having crossed over to this world, inventing Martial Arts, becoming the Great Wilderness Martial Ancestor, he had experienced various battles, but had never truly had a grand battle.
At this moment, he even longed for battle.
