"Han King was far too careless. As the Immortal Emperor's own son, his bloodline was incomparably noble, yet here in the myriad heavens, he actually lost to some insignificant native."
Wang Chuang shook his head again and again over Han Que's defeat. He used to think Han Que was impressive. As an Immortal Emperor's offspring, he deserved respect.
But when he learned that Han Que had lost to a cultivator of the same realm from the myriad heavens, all the respect in his heart vanished.
"Heh."
The King Giant who had arrived with Yuan Wang gave a quiet laugh, finding Han Que's defeat just as laughable. He felt he had overestimated Han Que before.
Xue Ji glanced at the others and gently shook her head without saying more. Everyone was free to be proud. She had already tried to persuade them; if they wouldn't listen, there was nothing she could do.
"I haven't asked yet. Who is this?"
Yuan Wang fixed his gaze on Ghost Moon Immortal King, his scarlet eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light.
"Ghost Moon. He has already submitted," Wang Chuang said.
"Greetings, Yuan Wang." Ghost Moon Immortal King hurriedly cupped his fists, wearing an ingratiating smile.
Although Xue Ji, Yuan Wang, Wang Chuang, and the others had not revealed where they came from, he knew their origins were no ordinary matter. So he kept his posture very low.
"Mm. A Supreme Realm cultivator may be a little weak, but he can still run errands and pour tea." Yuan Wang nodded.
Ghost Moon Immortal King smiled bitterly. Was all an Immortal King of the Supreme Realm was good for really pouring tea and carrying water?
"Snow King, Yuan Wang, since the Black Hand Organization is also heading to the end of the Ancient God Road, why don't