In the pitch-black Universe.
The Light Dragon Spaceship was using space warp, headed toward Young Marshal Star.
Inside the spaceship.
Lingling was focused and diligently piloting the craft.
Little White was pouting its little butt, lying down in its nest sleeping.
Wang Hao was using Xue Qianqin's blood to prepare the Heavenly Burial Potion, and he had also added many rare poisons, making its power more than tenfold stronger than before. It could even knock down a Martial Saint, let alone a Martial Venerable but with difficulty.
"Finally, it's ready. Now I just wait for Guan Xinxiong and those old turtles to come knocking," Wang Hao stretched lazily, looking at the vial of red bubbling potion in front of him. This time he was going to settle both old and new scores.
"Right, I haven't yet taken the time to properly enhance myself since upgrading to Martial King," Wang Hao suddenly remembered, hastily calling out to the system.
