"In this world... can such a Martial Artist truly be born?"
"Such a solid foundation..."
"If one follows such a solid foundation, step by step, there may indeed be a chance to reach the depths of Strange Que."
"And then..."
"Be struck dead."
The Third Crown Prince crossed his arms and smiled faintly.
Suddenly.
He tilted his head: "Huh..."
"Immortal Master Erlang's three-point double-edged knife?"
"That smelly monkey's Equal to Heaven's Face?"
"And my Yin Divine Sword?"
"Tsk..."
"This is getting a bit interesting."
"A body full of rebellious spirit."
"I wonder..."
"Can it rebel against this world?"
The Third Crown Prince, with arms crossed, suddenly had Wind Fire Wheels under his feet, and Chaos Silk wrapped around him, dancing like a Divine Dragon.
"Even if it can't, it's no matter..."
"Your daughter has inherited my divinity."
"She's a specialist."
With a burst of laughter.
