Tianming smiled at Yueling Xi and said, "Your dad personally came to beg for your mercy. How pathetic of a son you are... I thought you were capable, but you're just trash."0

Yueling Xi's feathers were immediately ruffled. Tianming's ruffian-like behavior made him subconsciously forget that he was actually someone with the same seniority as people who were hundred thousand years old. What kind of imperial son would actually behave so lowly like that?0

"Let's fight then!" Yueling Xi roared, drowning out all other discussion in the arena. His massive ten-thousand-meter body surged with chaotic cosmoforce. The middlekin astrons within him...0