Ye Xiwen leaped onto Little Kun Peng's head. If anyone had seen it, their jaws would have dropped. Little Kun Peng was one of Hidden Valley's foremost young geniuses. Though he was slightly inferior to Ye Xiwen and Jun Dingtian, catching up to them was only a matter of time. In the eyes of Hidden Valley's elders, he was no less important than Ye Xiwen or Jun Dingtian. Otherwise, when Little Kun Peng had been captured last time, Flame Lord would not have personally acted.
In everyone's eyes, Little Kun Peng was usually fierce and aloof; even getting close to him was exceedingly difficult, much less standing on his head. It was practically a miracle.
Yet neither Ye Xiwen nor Little Kun Peng found anything strange about it. They instead acted as though it were perfectly natural. To them, it truly was nothing out of the ordinary.
Led by Little Kun Peng, they sped along like wind and lightning, heading straight above the clouds of the small world.
Above the clouds, seven thrones towered high. Upon them sat seven figures radiating oppressive auras, hazy and indistinct amid the clouds. Even with Ye Xiwen's eyesight, he could not see through them and could only vaguely make out fragments of their forms.
Under such circumstances, Ye Xiwen did not dare open the Eye of Redemption to observe them. Angering these Seal King Experts would be no laughing matter.
Though Ye Xiwen knew these were not the true bodies of those Seal King Experts but merely Avatars, if their true bodies dared enter, they would likely suffer the backlash of the Selection of Emperor Road's laws and be erased.
Such matters had already been proven by many Seal King Experts in the past who had refused to believe it.
Especially after Emperor Qin,