He had just clearly heard the Northern Profound Immortal Master mention that his master, Fang Xiu, was only at the Immortal Emperor realm, not even a demigod, so how could he become a god?
However, the next moment, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes as he stared intently at Fang Xiu.
Yes, perhaps others couldn't do it, but the person before us was once a famous prophet! A man who was most adept at creating miracles!
"Become a god?" The extremely weak Bei Xuan suddenly let out a mocking voice full of hatred. The killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible. He knew that he was already useless, so he might as well just give up and do whatever he wanted.
"You dare to dream of becoming a god? Hahaha... Fang Xiu, you've crippled me, I'll make you watch the Xia Kingdom be destroyed!"
Even if you conceal your cultivation, so what? The Xia Kingdom no longer has any followers; their memories haven't returned, and the Xia Kingdom is on the verge of collapse. I don't believe you can become a god in an instant!
Bei Xuan thought that Fang Xiu might be hiding his cultivation level, which was why he dared to say that he could become a god. However, what he didn't know was that Fang Xiu was not hiding his cultivation level; he was just an Immortal Emperor.
Fang Xiu stood calmly, dressed in black as ink, on the ravaged land of Xia Kingdom. Gray fog surged, eerie sounds roared, and the people wailed.
He leaped into the air, standing tall above all living beings, his aura released without any concealment.
One hundred and nine decrees shone brightly, their dazzling divine light and deep, forbidden demonic light intertwining on his body, and countless illusory figures of gods and demons slowly emerged, guarding him.
At that moment, he stood like a god or demon lord beneath the heavens.
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