"Foreign Realm really does have quite a few powerful beings!" He Heng said, nodding as he looked at the Immortal Kings closing in around him.
"Hmph!" A roar like thunder shook the heavens. A humanoid being clad in black armor stood before him, radiating an immense aura. He was one of the giants among the Immortal Kings, one of Foreign Realm's most powerful figures. Glaring at He Heng, he snarled, "Do you know how grave a crime you've committed?"
"Probably not that grave. I only just swallowed half your world's territory," He Heng replied coolly, glancing at the devastated Foreign Realm.
"You're utterly brazen! You dared to offend our realm. The only way to pay for it is with your life!" another Immortal King bellowed, his voice like a thunderclap. He swung his sword at He Heng, unleashing a violent force that seemed capable of tearing space and time apart.
Crack!
The greatsword struck He Heng's head, and a cracking sound rang out. But it wasn't He Heng's skull that had been split. It was the Immortal King's weapon, an Immortal King Weapon forged from Peerless Immortal Gold, which now lay in broken fragments.
"How is this possible?" The Immortal Kings were utterly shocked. They had seen it clearly: He Heng hadn't fought back at all. He had simply stood there and let the Immortal King hack at him.
Immortal Kings stood at the summit of the cosmos, supreme beings who watched over the Epochal Birth and Death. Each was a legend, a myth whose name shone through the ages. A full-force strike from one wielding a weapon could split a great realm and shatter space and time. Yet it couldn't even cut this being's scalp. Instead, his own sword had broken.
What kind of unexpected turn was this? What