Xia Naiwen flew over excitedly, preparing to hug his son, only to be pushed aside by the previous Emperor Xia.
Xia Qingyang used his cultivation to squeeze next to Xia Feng.
His palm patted Xia Feng's shoulder, and his face was smiling as broadly as a blooming old chrysanthemum.
"Xiao Feng, good, really good, you're even more impressive than your grandfather. Your family's lineage is truly remarkable."
Xia Feng, who was still sitting on the ground, was lifted up directly by Xia Qingyang.
He gave a bitter smile, "Ancestor, let's talk about this when we get back?"
Seeing Xia Feng's weak appearance, Xia Qingyang looked worried, "You didn't get hurt anywhere, did you?"
"That old Dongfang was despicable and shameless. He was already a Martial God and still bullied the young."
"But Xiao Feng was amazing, and directly killed him!"
He was originally worried about Xia Feng's body, but after a few words, he became happy again.
Xia Feng sighed and gave his father a look.
