The struggle for supremacy continues.
In order to wash away the shadow of being called a kid, Xing Fu is showcasing his full brilliance on the battlefield.
Those unaware praise him, those in the know pity him.
Because they know that no matter how much the kid erupts, it's only child's play.
As for him being ganged up on, Xing Ba didn't tell his son.
He feared his son would go crazy.
If you consider his power equivalent to an ordinary mid-sized tribe on the Witch Continent, then Xie Tian, with his twenty-eight Nirvana stage peak warriors, is comparable to a powerhouse like the eight great tribes.
With such power, could Xie Tian be a simple Stone Sculpture Master?
The harder he sees his son fight, the more mixed his feelings, yet he also feels a bit relieved.
How could he not know, someone like Xing Fu, in the eyes of big figures, is just a fool.
But he'd rather his son be seen as a fool than be scared insane by Xie Tian.
