Wanting the Commander's Seat

"More the merrier?" Wude's voice held a note of surprise. "Are you serious? You're not afraid no matter how many come?"

"As long as they don't come swarming in by the hundreds of thousands, and come in batches instead, I'm at least twelve-tenths sure."

Hua Yunfei didn't want to make too bold a claim, in case he failed and had to eat his words.

Everyone had their limits.

His strength might now rival that of an Immortal Realm powerhouse, but his cultivation was still at the Great Emperor Realm. In many ways, he was far inferior to cultivators of the Immortal Realm, even those of the True Immortal Realm.

So, if there were sufficiently powerful high-level True Immortal Realm cultivators, they could still cause him trouble, and might even threaten his life.

That was the drawback of his cultivation realm.

"Why do I get the feeling you're showing off?" Wude asked, his tone displeased.

He liked showing off in front of others.

But he didn't like others showing off in front of him!

"Am I? I don't think so. I'm just stating a fact. If that looks like showing off to you, then I suppose it is."

Hua Yunfei's lips curled up. He knew what Great Commander was like, and had said that on purpose to get under his skin.

"Hmph! No matter how strong you are, you're still just a Great Emperor. I could slap a hundred of you to death with one hand," Wude snorted.

"Unless something unexpected happens, by the time I become a King Giant, you'll probably still be a King Giant."

"Then we can spar. If you can last one move against me, I'll really call you 'Dad' and make it official that I'm the King's own son." Hua Yunfei smirked.

Wude had only just