C1846 Your Majesty, We Are Useless.

Southwest Universe, in the starry sky.

One of the eight Divine Lords of the Pantheon, Star Lord, looked down at Yang Fann from above. His voice was indifferent, as if he was narrating a fact, as if he was giving Yang Fann a way out. That was already a great favor.

From the beginning to the end, Star Lord did not even look at Yang Fann.

He was just a mere Top Half-step Dominator