Hong Moluo and Qi Que, who had entered the hall one after the other, also saw the man, and their breathing instantly grew heavy.
Then Hong Moluo chuckled. "I never expected you to come too. Cang Lei really has quite a reputation to be able to invite the 'Throne Second.'"
The unremarkable-looking man spat out the black grass in his mouth, patted his backside, and stood up. "Ever since we were thrown into this damned place, the Throne gathering hasn't been held for many years."
"This time, Cang Lei proposed a gathering. I'd been stifled for so long that I wanted to get out and take a look, hoping to hear some fresh news."
Cang Lei nodded. "You should be interested."
Looking at this Throne, whose plainness bordered on excessive, Cang Lei still didn't dare underestimate him.
This ordinary-looking Throne had an equally ordinary name: Wu Qi.
However.
Although the Throne rankings changed from time to time, the top three had never changed.
The highest-ranked Throne had fallen in that decisive battle all those years ago.
The Throne Third had withdrawn from the world and never shown himself.
Although Cang Lei had convened this gathering, he had never expected anyone among the top three Thrones to be willing to attend.
Yet someone had come.
And it was the strongest among the Thrones still remaining—the Throne Second, Wu Qi, whom no one had dared challenge to a King's War to this day.
At that moment, Wu Qi's seemingly listless eyes lightly swept toward the hall entrance.
The others reacted in their own ways and all turned to look toward the entrance.
They saw a gigantic figure stride through the hall entrance. The moment he entered, the air in the ancient hall silently grew hot and dry, as though they had suddenly