"Brother Shen Hong has experienced life and death and has this kind of realization. It's really good! All wealth and honor are useless. Your own strength is the most important. Although the power of the kingdom is good, it limits your development. Otherwise, with your talent, you will definitely be a long time ago. That’s how you break through and reach the master level.”

Before Zhang Xuan could speak, Liu Ling on the side nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of praise.

"Yeah, it's a pity that I realized it too late!"

Ancestor Shen Hong sighed, and then looked at Zhang Xuan again: "Nonetheless, I am grateful to Master Yang for helping me regain consciousness. Even if I have no strength, I am very happy..."

Patriarch Shen Hong was about to continue talking when he saw Master Yang in front of him, his face turned pale and ugly, and then he slapped him.

Snap!

Hit right on the back of the head.

Snap!

Halfway through his words, Patriarch Shen Hong's vision went dark, and he immediately lay flat on the ground and passed out.

"I'll just box if I ask you to, there's so much nonsense..."

Clapping his hands, Zhang Xuan snorted.
Chapter completed!