In the Pseudo-Earth Secret Realm, within the strongmen's paradise.
Wan Haihao, with a bright red apple in his mouth, casually removed the bandage from his left arm, looked at the healed and scabbed wound, and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
At this moment, after five hundred years of grinding, he was completely different from his initial temperament.
All the greenness had faded away. Although the improvement in realm and cultivation made Wan Haihao still look as youthful as he did back then, his temperament now appeared particularly transcendent. Within his lean physique seemed to lie explosive power, and an extraordinary and elegant aura emanated from him.
At first glance, Wan Haihao seemed like a young strongman who held a high position, controlling vast wealth and power. But upon closer inspection, one would discover that his eyes were not young, like those of an elder who had seen the vicissitudes of life.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
