The various races’ experts around the battle stage began to ridicule and throw insults at Huang Xiaolong, who was standing there like a fool. 

“This Huang Xiaolong, is he frightened foolish?” Yao Ji muttered with confusion. 

Yuan Wangfeng snickered, “I don’t know if he’s frightened foolish, but he will soon turn into a fool.”

“Grand Hall Master is right,” Chen Muguang promptly flattered. “In a while, His Highness Yuan Qianxing is going to inflict inhuman torture on Huang Xiaolong that he won’t even remember his own surname.”

Laughters sounded all around.

At this time, Yuan Qianxing stopped a meter away from Huang Xiaolong. As he saw that Huang Xiaolong hadn’t moved even an inch, still standing arrogantly at death’s door, Yuan Qianxing’s fury lit up instantly, and he punched out in a rage.

“Return to Origin!” 

It was the same grand dao art.

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