As Xue Ying was gathering intelligence via his illusory realm, a warship had arrived outside this planet.
Within the warship, there was a green-scaled male clad in silver armor watching indifferently at the scene of Xue Ying interrogating the people.
"An outsider? What audacious behavior, he dares to do something like this to my descendants?" The man stared on coldly with his golden eyes. However, he habitually probed the other party's combat power before taking any action.
"Weng!"
An unseen ripple swept over from the warship across the planet.
"What?" The silver-armored, green-scaled male was wearing a chilly expression, but it had spontaneously changed into one of shock. "His soul seems to be at the Paragon realm?"
