As soon as Zhao Jin finished speaking, one of the guards crooked a finger at Chu Sheng.
"Fighting above your level!? Then I really have to see this for myself. Come!"
The other guard shrugged and turned to Zhao Jin behind him.
"Your Highness, shall I watch from the sidelines?"
Before Zhao Jin could smile and nod, Chu Sheng spoke impatiently.
"Idiots. You two pieces of trash are only early-stage Immortal Marquises, yet you're really putting on airs!?"
The instant his words fell.
Chu Sheng no longer concealed his aura. The vast, overwhelming aura of a peak Immortal King erupted in an instant.
Zhao Jin and the two guards went deathly pale. Their legs gave out, and they nearly fell to their knees.
"P-Peak Immortal King!?"
Zhao Jin cried out in shock. The smugness vanished from his face, replaced by utter terror.
How was this possible!?
Before this, everyone had believed Chu Sheng was a Buddhist cultivator.
They thought he had reached the peak of True Immortal at such a young age only by relying on the foundation accumulated through countless lifetimes.
Yet the greatest drawback of Buddhist cultivators was that, after reincarnating and awakening the wisdom of their past lives, their cultivation in that life could no longer advance. They could only wait for the next cycle of reincarnation.
When Chu Sheng had previously advanced to the peak of Immortal General, they could still explain it as White Bone Bodhisattva's failed possession, with the remaining power coincidentally absorbed by him.
But what about now?
In barely a dozen days, he had leapt directly from the peak of Immortal General to the peak of Immortal King!
There were two entire major realms between them: Immortal Marquis and Immortal King!
It couldn't possibly be such a coincidence again—could another great power