Four Soul Cores, Chaos Godhead

Among the four Plane Masters, Gu Chen was the strongest, but his realm was not the highest. If the others raised their realms any further, there was no doubt the gap between them would shrink.

Once the Abyssal Sage King obtained the divine seat of a First-Class God, could he still be beaten down one-sidedly?

Once Tang Hao fully gathered all the authority of the Douluo Continent and truly reached the level of a First-Class Main God, what then?

As for the Demon Monarch?

What roadside mutt?

One plane actually had two Plane Masters, each splitting the entire plane fifty-fifty. He honestly did not know whether to call them stupid or something else.

Even back then, he had occupied eighty percent of the plane's origin and given the remaining twenty percent to Su Mengchan. He had never even considered splitting it fifty-fifty.

Doing that meant not only would the strongest combat power in the entire plane be gone, even the whole plane itself would undergo fundamental changes.

So if war were to break out, these two Demon Monarchs would definitely be the first to get kicked out.

There was no other reason. Two Demon Monarchs with fifty-fifty shares simply were not enough to look at compared with the three of them.

The Abyssal Sage King had the Super Divine Artifact Heavenly Saint Profound Abyss, while Tang Hao also had the Super Divine Artifact Sea God Trident and a Main God divine artifact, the Seven-Colored Clear Sky Hammer.

What did you, Demon Monarch, have?

Were you here as a joke?

Gu Chen remained seated cross-legged on the ground. The two Soul Cores in his brow and chest began spinning at high speed, while at the same time, his lower dantian started condensing massive amounts of elemental energy—ice and fire, light and