"You're not bad!" Xu Mingxuan walked over, moving like a dragon and a tiger, his imperial aura imposing, he patted Shi Hao's shoulder.
The tiny golden ant bared its teeth, quickly dodging because it almost got patted itself, and it suspected that this unruly emperor did it deliberately, just wanting to pat it.
Xu Mingxuan had a head full of thick black hair, a chiseled face, his eyes where the sun collapsed and stars crumbled, his presence was astonishing! He appeared to be middle-aged, yet his blood and energy were abundant, his golden dragon robe emitted brilliance, illuminating the void, resembling an invincible War God.
"Wise and mighty, peerless!" Shi Hao laughed heartily, flattering profusely.
"You brat, earlier your temper was fiery, now you also know how to flatter," Xu Mingxuan smiled and said.
