In the void,
Wang Ming crossed his arms, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the five figures opposite him.
They were the combat ceiling of this world.
Snow Empress, Nether King, Ghost King, Yuan Zheng, Xuan Yi Zi.
They were strong, but Wang Ming was stronger.
Under the suppression of absolute strength, Wang Ming did not take them to heart at all.
The Other-Energy of Nether King and Snow Empress were both around ten black holes, and Ghost King only had a pitiful five or six black holes.
Looking solely at Other-Energy, the strongest ones turned out to be Xuan Yi Zi and Yuan Zheng.
Yuan Zheng had lived for a full one hundred thousand years, and his own Other-Energy could reach as high as fifteen black holes.
Xuan Yi Zi's Other-Energy exceeded fifteen black holes, but he was not skilled in combat, and his damage was not overly excessive. In a situation where he could not summon his own power from other reincarnations, Wang Ming simply did not regard him with any importance.
In the mythical world, Wang Ming, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, was the weakest Grand Luo Golden Immortal among his peers, but in this world he could look down upon his peers.
Although his own strength was only around a dozen black holes, Wang Ming had too many methods.
He could make that energy of only a dozen or so black holes erupt with the intensity of thirty black holes of Other-Energy.
"Since you want to battle, I will grant your wish. Besides, I've grown quite bored anyway."
Wang Ming did not like battles that decided both supremacy and life-or-death, but he had no aversion to bullying weak opponents.
Appropriate battles would not only not conflict with his ideology of surviving at all costs, but