The Abyssal Sage King shattered the chunk of iron flying toward him in midair, only for a man's fist to appear before him. His figure instantly shot backward like a cannonball, smashing straight through the wall and embedding heavily into the ground several thousand meters away.
"You really took my courtesy for granted. If you use my face again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"
Gu Chen slowly withdrew his fist, straightened, and looked toward the Abyss's side—at one of the "people" whose body had begun to tremble.
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Transformation Emperor, who had taken the form of a young girl, only felt a chill run down its spine. Then a large hand instantly clamped around its neck and directly crushed its head.
Gu Chen shook the filthy blood from his hand. He had originally planned to leave someone alive to carry a message, but this blind thing had actually dared to transform into her appearance.
The Abyssal Sage King had quite the twisted sense of humor.
But that did not make him feel much of anything. Instead, it only made his resolve to kill him even firmer.
"All right. The annoying trash has already rolled away. We should talk about other matters now." Gu Chen turned his gaze toward the other two Plane Masters still seated.
During the meeting, the Abyssal Sage King also sent a clone back. At least he did not continue using his face, so the conference continued after all.
The final result was that, one year later, the four continents would each send out members of their younger generation. It was somewhat like the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament from the original plot, but different from the original work, this one should count as a true fight to the death. Every participant