"Good! Good! Good!"
Yu Yuan, the Grand Elder from the Imperial God Palace, was overwhelmed with excitement, crying out "good" three times in a row.
The wrinkles on his weathered face twisted tightly together from excitement, like an ancient sheet of paper that had been crumpled.
His eyes gleamed with unconcealed greed, as though he had already seen through layers of illusion to the glorious scene of the Imperial God Palace ruling the Chaos Sea, standing above all races, and enjoying supreme glory and reverence after obtaining a 'Supreme' expert.
At that moment, everyone was immersed in extreme excitement at the prospect of reaching a deal with Wang Xian.
Just then, Ao Ran's deep and magnetic voice rang out again like a thunderclap. "'Supreme' is the limit?"
This sudden question was like a massive boulder crashing into a placid lake, instantly stirring up towering waves.
The previously noisy and excited Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperors fell silent in an instant. It was as if they had all been struck by an Immobilization Curse and had their voices sealed, once again sinking into profound shock and stupefaction.
Was 'Supreme' the limit? These five simple words carried profound implications, like a stone dropped into the lake of their hearts, sending ripples of inexplicable anticipation and unease through them. Could it be... More than a dozen Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperors fixed their gazes on Wang Xian in unison. Their eyes seemed to burn with two blazing flames, and that scorching gaze made Wang Xian feel a heavy pressure, as if it would pierce straight through him and see every thought in the depths of his heart.
Under the anxious, intensely tense gazes of the Nine-Revolutions Immortal Emperors, Wang Xian remained calm. With a faint, composed smile on his face, he slowly said, "'Supreme' truly is not