"What's wrong with this kid?"
Seeing Yang Xiao standing there in a daze, his expression constantly shifting—dark and gloomy one moment, his eyes flashing with light the next—Nangong Tianling couldn't tell what he was thinking. She was thrilled, but at the same time, she felt a sense of helplessness and anxiety.
Her excitement, of course, was because her lady's son had truly made something of himself. He had even slain Nangong Sheng with a single strike.
Even if that strength wasn't entirely his own, it was still an incredible feat.
After all, the boy wasn't even twenty years old.
At his age, even the most outstanding geniuses would likely not have even touched the threshold of the True God Realm, yet this boy had already slain a Divine General.
With such an achievement, how could Nangong Tianling not be thrilled?
But this was hardly the time for it!
