He then reached out a hand and pressed it against Consort Zhuang's abdomen.
"Interesting, the Eye of Foreknowledge! The Life-controlling Hand! Undying Blood! Vajra Unbreakable Body! And the Spirit Communication Heart, Fleeting Light Feet, Power of Mimicking Heaven's Transformation.
Is this the Ant Clan's final gamble? You have created something extraordinary, these bloodline powers unique to the Daluo Ant Clan are terrifyingly strong."
Consort Zhuang's face was ashen, her breath faint and disordered.
Desperate in her heart, she still pleaded, like a cuckoo weeping, each sound filled with sorrow: "Your Majesty, before the Creation Divine Tree battle, the child in my womb had not yet been born, he is innocent and hasn't been tainted by any Human Clan's blood."
However, from Chu Xisheng's eyes, Consort Zhuang saw a trace of sarcasm.
Her heart grew even colder.
