With Ye Xiwen's current cultivation, if he wanted to conceal his tracks, no one would be able to detect him. Even within the Allied Forces Headquarters, where experts gathered like clouds, Ye Xiwen dared say that those who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him numbered no more than the fingers on one hand.
That was why he could enter and leave the Allied Forces Headquarters so brazenly. Of course, the premise was that most of the formations within the headquarters were designed to detect the Celestial Race and were ineffective against a human like him, so passing through directly posed no problem.
By now, he already knew of the many discussions outside. Most people indeed did not think highly of him, but that was irrelevant. This time, he had to beat Qing Yue King into submission; otherwise, the trouble to come would be endless.
Far too many people throughout the Myriad Realms wanted to make trouble for him. He could not afford to lose even once. Only by remaining undefeated could he make those people wary.
That was perfect. When the time came, he would leave them all thunderstruck.
He concealed himself and went to find Flame Lord. Flame Lord was now more or less permanently stationed at the Allied Forces Headquarters, acting as Hidden Valley's representative.
Unless the other Kings had separate missions, they generally still had to remain in Hidden Valley. Although campaigns against the Celestial Race were becoming increasingly frequent, no one could say whether the Celestial Race might boldly lay siege to a Seal King Faction. They had done such things before. What had happened to Phoenix King was practically a cautionary tale, leaving them no choice but to be careful.
"Junior Brother, you've emerged from seclusion?" Flame Lord was somewhat surprised when he saw