"Crack?"
Upon hearing what Feng Xia said, the Holy Son replied and shook his head. His tone was mocking as he said with an unchanged expression, "Your divine power is extremely crude in my eyes. Why would I need to crack it?"
Feng Xia's expression did not change either. "Your Highness, you seem very confident?"
"Looks like you're still unwilling to give up."
The Holy Son's expression was calm. With his hands behind his back, he said casually, "The Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison you used is not a Dao heart divine power at all. It's just a prototype at most."
Feng Xia's pupils constricted slightly, but they quickly returned to normal.
He patted the back of Zhu Youniang's hand and slowly walked forward. He lowered his head and sized up the Holy Son.