Xu Fan's tranquil heart, like a small stone tossed into still water, rippled briefly but soon returned to its usual calm.
His spirit was exceptionally strong and unyielding; the red robe couldn't affect his mood in the slightest, it merely aroused his alertness.
Xu Fan quickly put the matter out of his mind and asked with genuine interest, "Brother Qian, do you know what lies above the Martial King?"
Qian Zongsheng exhaled deeply, his voice filled with longing, "It's the Heavenly Venerable."
He explained, "The Martial King can already stand on thin air, and above the King is the Heavenly Venerable. He can harness the power of heaven and earth for his own use, with a force so tremendous and vast that it can divert rivers, break mountains, and destroy landscapes."
Heavenly Venerable!
Xu Fan felt rather awkward.
The title was far too arrogant.
