In ancient times, the rage of a commoner would spill blood within five steps.
The fury of an Emperor would flood a thousand miles with blood.
And when the Jun Family's Divine Son is angered, what will happen?
"Could it be that I, the Divine Son, am still too merciful?" Jun Xiaoyao looked up at the sky, sighing slightly.
Merciful?
Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, and others looked at the blood and bones scattered on the ground, remaining silent.
If this is what Jun Xiaoyao calls mercy.
Then there would be no cruelty in the world.
But Jun Xiaoyao felt it was still not enough.
"I suddenly have a wish," Jun Xiaoyao pondered and said.
Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, Lei Mingyuan, and even Princess Long Ji, with her cold expression, all slightly turned their ears.
"I want to conquer the world so that when people see the Jun Family, they all kneel!" Jun Xiaoyao declared word by word.
As he spoke, thunder roared across the heavens!
Words are never spoken without consequence.
