These dozen or so figures came from different aristocratic clans and different regions, representing the very strongest old monsters of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
At that moment, all of them turned their gazes toward the shattered starfield battlefield.
"Tsk, tsk. Has King Qin still not woken up from his nap in his coffin? He can't even handle someone at late-stage Divine Mansion?"
An old monster from a northern aristocratic clan grinned.
His tone carried a trace of mockery.
"Not woken up? Why don't you go fight King Qin yourself, then?"
Another old monster raised an eyebrow and teased him.
"Uh..."
The grinning old monster gave a couple of awkward chuckles and said no more.
What a joke. Which of these old monsters didn't know King Qin was a battle maniac who threw his life to the winds once a fight began?
"This Devil Master is only at late-stage Divine Mansion, yet he can contend with that old fellow King Qin. The younger generation truly demands our respect. Truly."
An old monster stroked his graying beard, his voice filled with emotion.
"Indeed. With fighting strength like that, wouldn't he be invincible under heaven if he broke through to the great perfection realm? Could this be another Progenitor Emperor of Great Zhou?"
"The Progenitor Emperor of Great Zhou..."
At those words, the atmosphere immediately grew somewhat delicate.
In fact, a closer look revealed something.
These old monsters stood in two clearly divided groups, like the distinct waters of the Jing and Wei rivers.
The southern old monsters stood on one side.
The northern old monsters stood on the other.
"Heh. Have you southern savages seen this Devil Master and grown restless again?"
The northern old monster who had grinned earlier spoke with a smile that never reached his eyes.
"Indeed, Fellow Daoist