The Supreme, the Grandmaster

Chapter 664: The Supreme, the Grandmaster

Sakaar, Grandmaster Building, top-floor hall.

If the aliens outside had seen the scene in the hall right now, they would have been so stunned that they could hardly believe their eyes.

The two sides that had still been at each other's throats the day before, wishing they could fight to the death—the Tyrant Kyle and the Supreme Grandmaster—were now sitting together calmly, chatting in a remarkably natural and harmonious manner.

What happened to "I'll definitely kill you"? What happened to "I'll make you kneel"?

Of course, this situation between them had resulted from a mixture of many factors.

For the Supreme, everything before had merely been for amusement. The life and death of the civilization fleet and Sakaar's future meant nothing more to him than part of a game. He had never truly been angry throughout the whole affair.

Now that Sakaar's forces could not stop Kyle, making peace was no big deal. Besides, he could not die, and he had even found genuine amusement and interest in the process.

As for Kyle, he wanted to draw the other man's cards. Since he truly could not kill the Supreme, this peculiar life-form, he sat in his chair reading the golden cards, intending to hear what the Supreme had to say.

Looking at the composed Kyle, the Supreme sighed. "You really are interesting. You possess both the strength and bearing of a top powerhouse in the universe. In my entire life, I've only met five people as interesting as you. You're the sixth."

"Which five?" Kyle asked, following his lead.

"The first was the first Celestial Race ever born in the universe, named Loka. If he's still alive, he should be about as old as I am now." The Supreme smiled, then sighed. "Unfortunately, since