Yet the ways of the world were impossible to predict.
Very soon, the Qiankun Lord received a report: the King of Misfortune was undoubtedly Xiao Chen himself!
"Impossible!" Lord Baxiong was stunned and shot to his feet. Just days ago, Xiao Chen had been weak as an ant, unable even to kill the three Star Realm experts of his Overlord Dynasty. Yet in only a few days, he could battle the Demon Lord and confront the Flood Dragon Ancestor head-on? How could that be possible?
"Lord Baxiong, I told you long ago that Xiao Chen was the King of Misfortune, but you refused to believe it. Well? Was I wrong?" the Silverblood Lord said coldly.
"Who would have thought that even the long-weak Great Xia could produce a True Dragon soaring into the heavens!"
The Qiankun Lord was also quite surprised. He had not expected Xiao Chen to give him such a tremendous surprise.
According to the Qin Family, Xiao Chen's combat strength had been pitifully weak, too feeble to withstand a single blow, with utterly inferior foundations. Who could have imagined that he and the King of Misfortune—the invincible killing star who had shaken Demon Mountain in recent days, his savage might covering the world—were truly one and the same?
"Qiankun Lord, could there be some mistake?" Lord Baxiong still could not believe it.
He truly found it difficult to imagine how, in merely a few days, a youth from a lowly dynasty, weak as an ant, could transform into a dazzling and extraordinary star.
"The information is correct. I received the same news as well!"
The Feathered Lord spoke, his expression extremely grim. A few breaths earlier, he had received the same report as the Qiankun Lord: Xiao Chen was the King of Misfortune.
"That little bastard has