The sudden arrival of three Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns was like three invisible colossal mountains crashing down on the hearts of everyone in Eastern Region King's Hall.
The atmosphere inside the hall, which had originally been completely tilted against Mo Yu because of his questioning, instantly became subtle and dangerous.
Countless gazes swept back and forth between Mo Yu on the throne and the three Saint Grade experts in the hall. Everyone held their breath, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
The Wind Spirit Race's Supreme Elder, Feng Wuya, had an ethereal and boundless aura, as if he had merged with the Heavenly Gang winds between heaven and earth.
The Eastern Family's Old Ancestor, Dongfang Shuo, possessed a mighty and majestic presence, his steps solemn and heavy like those of an ancient emperor.
Venerable Bao Sheng, the outsider Qian Wanguan had invited, looked plump and amiable, yet profound light flowed through his eyes. Although he was a rogue cultivator, the fact that he had cultivated to the Saint Grade made him one of the top figures in the Great Thousand World.
Although the three Saint Grade experts had not fully released their pressure, merely standing there caused even space to freeze.
Facing this sudden pressure, Mo Yu remained seated on the throne, his expression calm and unruffled. Only the speed at which the lightning flowed through his deep eyes seemed to increase slightly.
"Feng Wuya, Dongfang Shuo..." Mo Yu's voice was steady, revealing neither joy nor anger. "You two are renowned seniors of the Eastern Region. You have not concerned yourselves with worldly affairs for many years, yet today you actually emerged from seclusion for this matter. This truly surprises My King."
His gaze shifted to the plump old man beside the pillar. "Venerable Bao Sheng? I have heard