Mountain Shaking King's Demand

"Mountain Shaking King—the very Mountain Shaking King who had made his name across the world a hundred years ago!"

As this old man, whose beard stood erect like steel needles, suddenly descended from the sky, the Palace Opening Realm Kings who had just been intimidated by Ye Zhen's words cried out one after another!

"Who would have thought that even someone like Mountain Shaking King would come seeking treasure? Heavens, do we, who are only at the third or fourth layer of the Palace Opening Realm, have no chance at all?" One Palace Opening Realm King suddenly wailed.

Yet his companion in blue merely shot him a disdainful glance. "Are you stupid? If that were the case, what would we still be fighting and killing for? What would we be snatching?

"Why not have everyone show themselves, display their cultivation, rank themselves, and directly determine victory or defeat by cultivation before dividing up the treasures?

"Opportunities in this world always belong to those who are prepared! So what if he's Mountain Shaking King? Even if he's a seventh-layer Palace Opening Realm King, when it comes to luck, perhaps he'll still be left drinking the northwest wind..."

This blue-clad third-layer Palace Opening Realm martial artist was not wrong in either his words or his reasoning. But his mistake was that his voice was a little too loud. Not only did the nearby martial artists hear him, but the newly arrived Mountain Shaking King heard him as well.

As the last two sentences left his mouth, Mountain Shaking King, who had just descended above Chihuo Martial City, abruptly opened his half-lidded eyes and fiercely stared in the direction of the blue-clad martial artist.

At that glance, many people felt as though a bolt of lightning had flashed through the void. With just