Though Wang Hao's tone carried a smile, the Seventh Grade Immortal King felt a bone-piercing chill.
Because the one who had said it was the master of the Nether River Forbidden Ground.
Anything he promised would absolutely become reality.
"Senior Changsheng, I..."
Whoosh!
The Seventh Grade Immortal King still wanted to continue speaking, but before he could finish, Kong Xuan sealed his mouth with the Five-Colored Divine Light.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng cast him an indifferent glance and said,
"When the Sky Abyss World still existed, a Seventh Grade Immortal King was nothing more than a high-level miner in my hands."
"The rulers of your world may be qualified to speak of me, but that does not mean you are qualified."
"The reason those people can shout and yell in front of me is because they are family."
"Who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to bare your fangs and brandish your claws before me?"
After saying that, Chen Changsheng waved his right hand, tossing the Seventh Grade Immortal King into the distance.
Although the Seventh Grade Immortal King had not resisted in the slightest throughout the entire process, Chen Changsheng's casual display alone was enough to make everyone raise their brows.
Faced with this situation, the Seventh Grade Immortal King did not linger any longer and turned to leave.
"It has been tens of thousands of years since we last met. I thought you had been standing still all this time, but I never expected you to improve so much again."
Kong Xuan commented from the side. Chen Changsheng smacked his lips and said, "I had no choice. Too many things have happened in recent years."
"Sometimes, when there are not enough hands, I have to step in myself."
"Without some cultivation to