Assembly of Kings

Sound the war drums; play the battle tune!

All Kings appeared, their radiance illuminating the heavens!!

Those words rang out like the voice of heaven and earth, echoing across the nine skies and through the vast, boundless starry sky, lingering without end!

The Hall Master of Martial Virtue had cast aside his usual manner. Like a sovereign of heaven and earth, his voice rang out with majestic authority, his presence dominating all beneath the heavens. With just himself and those few words, he forcibly hauled the Immortal Realm's morale back from rock bottom!

His words were like a shot of adrenaline. The hair of every living being in the Immortal Realm stood on end, their blood raced, and they grew excited without even realizing it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The war drums sounded. Above the banks of the Heavenly River, a man produced an ancient, yellowish war drum and began beating it slowly. Its thunderous notes shook heaven and earth!

The steady, unbroken rhythm encouraged everyone, stirred them, made them excited until their blood surged. They roared without thinking, their fighting spirit ignited.

It wasn't over yet. Beneath the starry sky, a melodious flute sounded. Its tune began light and calm, then gradually swelled into a stirring, majestic song, urging the people on and telling them not to be afraid, but to stride boldly ahead!

"The one beating the drum... looks so familiar!!"

"The one playing the flute... looks familiar too!!"

Only then did people realize that the drummer and the musician playing the battle tune both looked familiar.

The one beating the war drum was a man in a Daoist robe, his black hair flying. A terrifying aura of a King Giant erupted from him!

He was none other than the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court, the Double Pupil