Outside the Sea Emperor Palace.
Figures rapidly retreated one after another, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
When great powers clashed, even their aftershocks were more than Nascent Soul Cultivators could bear.
Had they not seen how the Eastern Origin Continent, where the Dao Sect Ancestral Court stood, had been swallowed by the World-Ending Tsunami triggered by the Spirit Transformation Great Powers' clash?
Countless cultivators had died or been injured in it. Even Nascent Soul True Persons could not withstand such heavenly might.
As everyone retreated, they were consumed with curiosity over the battle within the Sea Emperor Palace.
Yet someone chose this moment to mock the attendants who had come with Luo Chen.
"Demon Monk Kong Chan, when did you become the Human Race's lackey? You even brought enemies to our Sea Race Sacred Land, the Sea Emperor Palace. Do not forget—the Chanting Monk Clan is Sea Race as well!"
The one jeering was Demon Emperor Saibo, whose realm was far inferior to Kong Chan's.
Yet his face was filled with hatred, utterly unconcerned by the difference in their realms.
Kong Chan watched his nose, and his nose watched his heart, offering no response to the mockery.
It was not that he feared the other party. Rather, from the Sea Race's standpoint, he truly had acted wrongly in this matter.
Seeing Kong Chan remain silent, Saibo sneered. "Do you truly think that new master of yours possesses heaven-defying strength enough to defeat Old Ancestor? Just wait to collect his corpse!"
At that, Kong Chan instead smiled faintly, seemingly not worried in the slightest.
Luo Chen's strength was not something he needed to speculate about.
The fact that Luo Chen had possessed Spirit Transformation strength while still in the Nascent Soul Stage said it all.
Now that he had