Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch struck with a single finger, easily shattering Blood Zombie Heavenly Monarch's attack. Whether it was the curse or the rotten palm brimming with immense power, both were instantly pierced through by golden threads and devoured clean.
Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch and Blood Zombie Heavenly Monarch fell silent.
Both felt their mouths go dry.
The two of them had called themselves true cultivators of the Upper Realm, top Spirit Transformation cultivators of their sects. Yet after arriving in this small world, it was as though everything had been thrown into disorder. Any random Spirit Transformation cultivator they encountered was individually far stronger than them—the sort who would inevitably kill them in short order if they met outside.
"...May I ask this fellow Daoist's name?"
Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch's voice was somewhat dry.
He still used the form of address "fellow Daoist," but it no longer carried that lofty air of condescension or the posture of humbling himself to recruit talent. It was far more sincere, from the bottom of his heart.
"Esteemed Lord, this minor cultivator is called Shuoyang. I am not worth mentioning."
Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch answered humbly.
"Fellow Daoist Shuoyang,"
"Could you be that Shuoyang... Heavenly Monarch mentioned by him?"
Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch asked suspiciously.
'That good-for-nothing Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch.'
Those had been the Youth in Green Robes' exact words. At the time, he had thought Shuoyang was an insignificant figure and had paid no attention.
But now, it seemed that a cultivator who had faced a Fourth Realm Indestructible Sword Cultivator and still survived was truly not someone to be underestimated.
Perhaps these three had all lost in the war to contend with the Fourth Realm sword cultivator for lordship over the world.
Though they had lost,
being able to contend with a Fourth Realm sword cultivator