Even the finest body cultivators were hard to defeat at the same cultivation level. And Gai Lei was an unparalleled freak—how could he possibly lose?
Even if you took the worst-case scenario, and Gai Lei had been at a slight disadvantage, he still shouldn't have been captured. Driving someone back and defeating them were two entirely different things.
When he heard that the super freak from the Purple Blood main branch of the Ancient Clan of Strength had actually lost, he could hardly believe his ears.
"This guy... he's from the Ancient Clan of Strength too? How come his skin's a different color from Brother Gai's?" Gaishi looked at himself, then at the Red Giant, feeling rather strange. Was this some new skin?
"Hm?"
The Red Giant had also noticed Gaishi, who stood out among the gathered emperors. His brow furrowed deeply as he demanded, "You're of the Purple Blood branch. Why are you in the opposing camp?"
"The Purple Blood branch?" Gaishi raised an eyebrow. So those with purple skin came from the Purple Blood branch. Did that mean the Red Giant belonged to the Red Blood branch?
On second thought, that made sense. How could the super ancient clans, with legacies stretching back countless eras, have only one branch? Every Top-tier Being's descendants would establish a branch of their own, creating a thriving clan with many branches.
Just like the seven main peaks of Kaoshan Sect.
"I'm asking you a question! You of the Purple Blood branch, why are you over there?" the Red Giant demanded loudly.
"Brother Gai grew up here. If he's not in this camp, where else would he be? Yours?" Gaishi replied, arms folded.
"Grew up here? That's impossible!" the Red Giant flatly denied it. "The Thirty-Three Heavens is an exceptionally unusual world. There's