They all prided themselves on being noble Transcendents.
When had they ever been belittled and insulted like this?
Red Candle asked, "How was it?"
Xie Yu seemed to close his eyes in disappointment.
Yet the corners of his lips soon curled into a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Let's keep watching."
Aside from Aerte, the First King, who had died suddenly, the other high-ranking Transcendents had also been forcibly pulled into Xie Yu's Ghost Domain.
The two groups encountered each other within the Ghost Domain.
They watched one another warily.
"Are you Transcendents from the Vast Kingdom?"
"From the Sachax Kingdom?"
The two groups recognized each other's identities.
Especially the kings of the Vast Kingdom.
Information about who ruled each country, at least the information that could be publicly disclosed, was generally circulated in secret. Ordinary people might not even know that Transcendents existed.
But these high-ranking Transcendents stood among the very peak of their kind, the strongest individuals in their respective nations. They all paid some degree of attention to one another.
Especially to the kings of each country. Their nations would deliberately, or inadvertently, spread news of their existence.
One purpose was to show off, while the other was deterrence.
Just like mushroom bombs—so long as you possessed one, whether you used it or not, it served as a deterrent to other countries.
It reminded them that before doing anything, they had better weigh whether they could withstand the retaliation that would follow.
"Where is your king?"
What He Jue cared about was the king who stood on the same level as himself.
The Transcendents of the Sachax Kingdom exchanged looks, repeatedly glancing at this bruised and battered king, all uncertain of his identity.
It was not until a Transcendent from the Vast Kingdom reminded them, "This is our king,"