Wang Xuan looked at the Insect Race emperor, raised his eyebrows and stared at it, making the emperor of the Insect Race feel numb. It finally understood that it had followed Wang Xuan into his lair.
But it couldn't figure out why such a world that could nurture numerous True Immortals should be hard for itself to encounter.
Now, now that it had jumped into the tiger's mouth, one could imagine its miserable fate.
Wang Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said sardonically, "You want to spare my life? With the Insect Emperor's cultivation level restored, it seems quite confident indeed."
"Well... it's alright, the weather is quite nice today. I just wanted to come out and bask in the sun since I haven't seen the sun for so long, I might get osteoporosis."
At this time, the Insect Emperor still appeared as a Divine Silkworm, with not a single bone in its body. If it got osteoporosis, then the Divine Dragon would have to start eating herbs.
