"King of Misfortune, once you come out, I will kill you!"
"Send word to the Qiankun Lord. Tell him the Silverblood Dynasty is willing to pay any price to have the divine seeds of the Qiankun Battle Group kill that little Misfortune bastard!"
At first, the rulers of the two dynasties had feared Xiao Chen's background and dared not act rashly against him. But after consulting the Qiankun Dynasty and confirming that Xiao Chen belonged to none of the Ten Great Dynasties, murderous intent surged within them both, and they sought to put him to death.
Although neither dynasty had anyone left on the God-Demon Battlefield.
As vassals of the Qiankun Dynasty.
They could request support from the Qiankun Dynasty.
Soon.
The Qiankun Lord's reply arrived.
It contained just one word.
"Approved."
Lord Baxiong and the Silverblood Lord had wanted survivors such as Liu Zhong and Jing Jun to draw a portrait of the King of Misfortune.
But among those who had seen the King of Misfortune.
Not a single soul had survived.
Thus, they did not know either.
What the King of Misfortune actually looked like.
They knew only.
That he wielded a sword.
And was a peerless sword cultivator.
While turmoil raged outside.
Xiao Chen slept soundly.
That sleep.
Lasted until dawn the next day.
Around eight in the morning.
Xiao Chen left his guest room, intending to head to the Mercenary Hall.
When Xiao Chen checked out.
The attendant was dumbfounded.
The formation on the floor had dimmed.
Its spiritual essence was completely gone.
Yet he distinctly remembered filling this room with spiritual materials just yesterday.
Was yesterday's guest a Pixiu?
In a single night.
He had actually absorbed so much spiritual energy!
Wasn't he afraid of bursting?
But the guest rooms had no rule limiting how