When Xue Jing returned to the aircraft, he was casually carrying a Sky Pirate.
It looked as casual as if he had just come back from buying groceries, carrying a basket of pork.
However, everyone on the plane had witnessed his overwhelmingly top-tier combat power. At this moment, still wrapped in his Thunder Feather Belt, he looked like a deity. Under such circumstances, even if he truly carried a basket of pork, it would be a deity carrying pork, which is extraordinary.
"Lord Jing!"
"You've worked hard, Lord Jing!"
"Thank you for your efforts!"
The cabin's officials all respectfully spoke.
"Xue, you're too awesome!" Ning Yuantai stepped forward, his eyes showing nearly religious reverence.
After a long time, he once again witnessed those silver-white Eyes of God. For some reason, he just felt his body shivering with unstoppable excitement.
