As the two of them communicated in secret, they finally came face-to-face with the Painter.
"What nerve!"
"What manner of fiend are you, to dare attack an Esteemed Immortal banquet?"
"Demon! Why aren't you kneeling and submitting at once? You truly have a death wish!"
One after another, stern voices descended from the heavens. Beneath the banquet, countless imposing high-dimensional immortals seemed to see through layer upon layer of temporal ripples, their gazes falling upon the Painter in the future.
It was the height of the golden age—the Two Realms Martial Arts Competition.
Someone had actually dared to challenge a giant who had stood eternal through the ages—and not just anyone, but the infamous number-one rebel of the future, the Painter?
The moment the Painter showed himself, it was as though he had stabbed a hornet's nest. The entire river of past time erupted into uproar, as though no one could believe that he had truly dared to make his move on this day.
Even Ning Zheng, seated among the guests, felt a chill in her heart:
Could it be that Ye Kuang Xiu came up with another wildly outrageous plan for him? Is this what they call a cuckolding scheme right to someone's face?
My Xi Rong's chief commander really is a lunatic.
That madman Ye Kuang Xiu was stolen away by that bastard the Painter and has been committing crimes everywhere. If the Painter claims to be Xi Rong Vice Manor Lord or something like that again, using our name, I might even have to take the blame for him.
In truth, the other Esteemed Immortals also wore stiff expressions as they looked toward Xi Rong Manor Lord, their irritated faces seeming to ask, "What is the meaning of this?"
Ning Zheng said to the Esteemed Immortals, "The