"You've lost."
Xia Feng's slightly mocking words pierced Xia Naiwu's heart like a sharp knife.
Xia Naiwu trembled all over, still unable to believe that he had been defeated by Xia Feng so easily.
He was the pride of the heavens, born with the Great Emperor Body, and the prospective heir to the next Emperor Xia.
Yet now, like a stray dog, he was cruelly trampled underfoot, stripped of all dignity.
"What are you? How can there be someone like you in this world, a Martial Sovereign in their twenties, simultaneously cultivating ten Great Dao Rules? Who are you?! Who exactly are you?!"
Xia Naiwu roared with all his strength, unable to understand or comprehend!
"Who am I?" Xia Feng couldn't help but laugh at the question. "Haven't you always known?"
"I am the grandson of Xia Tianming, the son of Xia Naiwen. Ever since the Ten Top Grade Sacred Land Saintesses found me, I've been a thorn in your eye."
