Mrs. Xia was also beside them, tears of excitement streaming down her face as she tightly held her son's hands.
"Well done, my son! I never imagined your strength would be this formidable. Even nine Martial Emperors combined are no match for you! Truly worthy of being my son, the grandson of Emperor Tianming's son!"
He was genuinely happy. Ever since his father passed away, Xia Naiwen hadn't felt this joyous!
All these years, he forced himself to bury those painful memories, living a restrained life, but it slightly improved after Xia Feng was born.
But today, he vented his frustrations. Watching Xia Feng battle those nine people in the sky, slaying them one by one, he finally experienced the exhilarating joy of triumph.
"Dad..."
Sensing his father's excitement, Xia Feng said nothing. Instead, he opened his arms and tightly embraced the man before him, allowing him to vent his emotions.
Yes, for all these years, his parents lived in constant fear.
But why?
