Dividing the Spoils

As soon as the Gaunt Old Man finished speaking, Black Flame swept across the sky and spread outward, sending ripples through space.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless small groups lost the barriers concealing them and were exposed in the sky.

Faced with the Gaunt Old Man's demand that they leave, they exchanged glances, unsure how to respond. They had followed in hopes of picking up something valuable. Going back empty-handed was hard to stomach, so no one answered.

The Gaunt Old Man did not care. Those forced into the open were too weak to warrant his attention. The people he cared about had yet to appear.

Elder Yan looked toward a patch of sky. Space there suddenly warped, and before countless startled eyes, four figures slowly emerged.

The four merely stood in midair, yet an overwhelming pressure radiated from them, far surpassing that of some Earthly Sovereign Great Perfection experts nearby.

Like the Gaunt Old Man, they already carried a hint of a Heavenly Sovereign's aura.

Their appearance plunged the world into silence. Every expert lowered their gaze slightly, fear surfacing on their faces.

For all four, like the old man from the Fire Spirit Race, had reached the threshold of becoming Heavenly Sovereigns!

Some well-traveled onlookers had even recognized them.

True Monarch Ziyun, Joyful Immortal, the Crimson Firmament Emperor, and the Eastern Thunder Hall Master.

All were renowned experts who could dominate anyone below the Heavenly Sovereign realm!

From the mountain peak, Elder Yan studied the four figures. On the far left stood a middle-aged man in flowing white robes. He looked otherworldly, but his purple eyes held an eerie quality that warned against underestimating him.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman dressed in revealing clothes that exposed large swaths of pale skin. The little fabric she wore depicted men