Long Xiaoshan waved his hand, and the seven people stood up in fear and retreated to one side.

Today's world of Lingxu Immortal Cultivation is full of wind and rain, and life is bleak. In fact, he has little interest in searching for anything more, or causing another bloody storm.

In fact, his eyes were no longer focused on this.

However, now that he has ascended to this position, he still has to leave some legacy behind, or to prevent Kyushu from falling into another killing spree.

After all, the nine major forces collapsed and the order of Kyushu was completely destroyed.

If he doesn't come forward to maintain it and just leaves this mess behind, then the remaining forces in Kyushu will inevitably launch endless killings to fight for the upper hand. During this period, no one knows how many people will be killed.

Just look at the tragic situation during wars after the demise of each dynasty in Chinese history.

Therefore, it is appropriate for him to act inappropriately as a heavenly king.

Long Xiaoshan said calmly: "Everyone, do you know who I am?"

All the immortals below looked at each other, but no one responded.

Long Xiaoshan said: "Actually, many of you were present during the battle that day, and you should have heard what Kun Yuanzi said. I am not from Kyushu, or even strictly speaking, I am not from Lingxu Star."

There was a buzzing sound below.

It is true that many people heard a word and a half of Kun Yuanzi's words, but there are still many people who are not clear about it.

At this time, Long Xiaoshan himself revealed that he was not from the Lingxu planet, which shocked everyone.

"I come from the earth. In ancient records, someone should have heard of it." Long Xiaoshan said.
Chapter completed!