Chapter 415

She reached out to support Bai Xiaowei's shoulder, trembling,

her tongue tied, unable to speak.

Bai Xiaowei squinted slightly: "We won, right~"

"Now, I wonder how much money there will be..."

Hearing Bai Xiaowei's words,

Gu Linger finally came to her senses,

the bet she had placed...

In an instant,

her heart, numb from shock, suddenly surged with excitement.

"This Yue Luo is simply too, too, too, too, too exaggerated..."

Gu Linger said so many "too"s in one breath before catching her breath.

"It is a bit exaggerated," Bai Xiaowei nodded.

She had witnessed firsthand how exaggerated Su Yu's territory development speed was.

"You call this... the new generation of lords?"

Bai Jie stared blankly at Bai Xiaowei and Gu Linger.

"No, no, no..."

Gu Linger hurriedly waved her hands,

"Bai Yi, do not compare our generation with Yue Luo."

"That fellow, although he is a lord of the 11520th generation... is simply a freak."

Hearing this, Bai Jie fell into thought,

she looked at the confusion in Gu Linger's eyes,

and softly comforted her:

"Then do not think of such a person; he is from a different world than us, one we can never reach in a lifetime, so why think of him... for what?"

"Yes..."

The confusion in Gu Linger's eyes gradually faded.

She had thought that she, possessing the Legendary Troop · Ice Phoenix,

compared to the vast majority of people, had already stood very high from the very beginning.

She had even once fantasized,

whether she could touch,

those myriad races that relied on the forefront,

after all, even the person beside her, Su Yu, possessed a Legendary Hero, and had even shot and killed Xia Tianxuan with a single arrow...

Because of the influence Su Yu brought,

Gu Linger felt that those Legendary Heroes, those more powerful high-ranking figures,

seemed to be just so-so.

But... Yue Luo, standing there,

like a peak of despair.

When she looked up at Yue Luo... she felt only one emotion: self-abasement and self-pity.

"Yue... Luo."

The Light Saint, Louis Muse, held his trembling fists.

He had long learned from Michael,

that Yue Luo was not a person of the Light Divine Kingdom.

The Light Divine Kingdom,

was as if desperately longing for Yue Luo's joining...

pretending to the outside world that Yue Luo was a person of the Light Divine Kingdom.

This made him feel immense shame.

This made him feel extremely unwilling.

He wanted to defeat Yue Luo,

to prove to my lord, the Angel God Throne,

that he was no worse than Yue Luo.

But,

watching Yue Luo's astonishing actions time and again,

he gradually fell into despair, his heart sinking into a deep mire.

After a long while, Muse's lips curved into a bitter smile,

"Yue Luo... a person like you, just how magnificent must you be?"

"Could it be... you truly are the successor of the Light God?"

"Last time... in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Worlds, the one who obtained the Light Power before me... was it you?"

"If that is truly the case... I am willing to serve you as my lord."

A sense of powerlessness,

made Muse lower his head,

that red line piercing through the sea,

That planet-shattering level of power,

ultimately dispelled his unwillingness and anger.

Moonfall,

had not yet used the power of the Light God,

relying merely on the architecture,

had already become terrifying to such a degree,

a degree that made the Holy Son of Light afraid, fearful...

"..."

The Red Witch quietly watched the red laser in the image,

"So quickly, it has reached planet-shattering level?"

She murmured softly, her voice somewhat hoarse.

How does it feel... even if she obtained the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Seat,

in front of this Moonfall,

it still seems utterly fragile?

Her small face turned deathly pale.

No longer the confidence of the past,

her heart gradually began to waver.

Could she really maintain the throne of the number one among all races of the Red Demon Clan?

"I certainly can!"

Her red eyes became firm.

"I must be able to!"

She clenched her Yaguan.

"Hmm, no wonder he is my Moonfall."

"This exaggerated performance, this formidable power..."

The Light Ancestor nodded with satisfaction,

his heart happy like that of a child.

Even though destroying a planet, he could do it with a single breath.

"This is the rhythm of creating a myth!"