From the very beginning, the Fallen Feather Saint Son descended upon Baiwang City.
No one could have predicted the current situation.
In the minds of these Burial Soil creatures, the most likely scenario was the Fallen Feather Saint Son crushing Jun Xiaoyao.
At the very least, maintaining an advantage.
After all, the prestige of the Ten Little Kings was deeply ingrained in the minds of every Burial Soil creature.
The Ten Little Kings represented unrivaled talent, unmatched strength.
But now, reality slapped the Burial Soil creatures hard in the face.
The truth proved that so-called unmatched talent was only relative.
What were the Ten Little Kings worth, only because they hadn't encountered someone stronger.
And now, someone who could crush the celestial pride of the Ten Little Kings had appeared.
Jun Xiaoyao's fist came crashing down on the Fallen Feather Saint Son with a speed like lightning.
