Now, the Thousand Kings Ten Emperors Battle had completely come to an end.
Aside from the unexpected incident involving Sikong Devil in Wind Thunder City, the other nine Emperors Cities had naturally proceeded smoothly according to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower's plans. Pei Kuang would receive the new Ten Emperors tomorrow and bestow their rewards.
As soon as Thousand King Holy Son Pei Yusheng entered the Holy City, he immediately received his ten martial companions.
At the inn where Sikong Jing was staying, the innkeeper, a local of Thousand Kings Holy City, proudly explained to everyone...
"The heavy gate before you at Thousand Kings Golden Light Tower is called the Holy Son Gate. Naturally, the Thousand King Holy Son enters and exits through here."
"The main gate of our Golden Light Tower can only be opened when the Tower Master leads the procession."
The members of the various outsider sects and factions finally understood. So there was such a thing as the Holy Son Gate.
Suddenly, one outsider guest foolishly asked, "Aren't there only nine martial companions left? Why... mmph, mmph, mmph!"
Before he could finish, his friend clamped a hand tightly over his mouth.
The one covering his mouth sternly warned, "Careful—disaster comes from the mouth."
The local innkeeper's face instantly darkened. Those who could live in Thousand Kings Holy City were, for the most part, family members or associates of the various people in Thousand Kings Holy Tower. Naturally, the innkeeper was deeply displeased by those words.
Still, the innkeeper coldly explained, "One died, so of course another must be added."
Although the entire Thousand Kings Holy Tower found this matter utterly humiliating, most of them still stood high above others, proud and confident. In their eyes, Sikong Little Devil was doomed to die...
Such a trivial matter