Hong Xuan, the descendant of the Taiwu heavenly venerate, couldn’t hold it in any longer. He stepped onto the arena, his silver battle robe shining with a holy and holy light. Even his hair was sparkling, and his temperament was extraordinary.
Some people, even if they stood in the vast sea of people, would still appear different, and would be recognized at a glance.
Hong Xuan was like this. His entire body was emitting a white and hazy light, like a young God. His footsteps were very light, and his shoes and socks were all white.
The white light outside his body jumped, like a divine flame, or like a big sun enveloping him. It made him appear more and more aloof, divine and powerful.
“A Yang realm genius with the blood of a heavenly venerate flowing in his body. Once such a figure is born, people of the same realm in our universe should not think too much. Even ten of us can’t beat him with one hand.”
An evolver from the dilapidated universe sighed.
