"This..."
Mo Xing's eyes were filled with complex emotions.
After sitting down, it did not affect this special avatar of his as he had imagined, nor was there any constraint; rather, it felt extremely suitable.
Sitting on this divine throne, overlooking the many participants in the Strongman Paradise, wrapped in the aura of time, Mo Xing felt incredibly comfortable.
He lazily squinted his eyes, feeling as if this divine throne was tailor-made for him.
In terms of enjoyment, he was defeated by Ma Ran.
"The enemy's sugar-coated cannonballs, huh..."
Mo Xing seemed to be observing the participants below with great interest, but in reality, his divine thought inadvertently swept over Ma Ran: "Such a powerful and ruthless being, if possible, I really don't want to be his enemy."
"Unfortunately, everyone's stance is different, and there are irreconcilable conflicts of interest."
"So, I can only eat the sugar coating and return the cannonball."
