Nine Heavens Galaxy

"Try it?"

The white-clad youth's teasing voice rang out.

Yan Jue's expression turned utterly grim.

Flames seemed to boil within Yan Jue's eyes.

The temperature in the surroundings abruptly soared in an instant.

Ripples spread through the void in rings as flames began to dance, blossoming across the emptiness.

"This new envoy isn't someone to be trifled with either!"

A black-clad man sighed, his gaze toward Yang Chen filled with pity.

"Perhaps the Wind Envoy was no match for this man, but the new envoy is someone even Lord Wind could not defeat. It is said that among the younger generation of the Divine Temple, the new envoy can firmly rank among the top twenty."

"Top twenty? That's not very high."

Someone shrugged and spoke indifferently.

The black-clad man who had spoken earlier sneered.

"Not high? Do you know the power structure of a third-level universe?"

"Within a third-level universe, the various Divine Temples are the greatest powers. Anyone who can rank among the top twenty in a Divine Temple is destined to become a top-tier Immortal Realm expert in the future. Take any one of them out, and they could crush countless factions!"

The black-clad man continued with a sneer. "You should know that even a three-stage Immortal Realm expert would count as a top-tier powerhouse within certain factions of a third-level universe."

The black-clad man's eyes seemed filled with disdain.

"They told you lot to study more when you were little, but you insisted on raising pigs instead. Idiots!"

The other black-clad men were somewhat indignant, but they could only force themselves to endure it. There was nothing they could do—his knowledge was broader than theirs, so they had no choice but to suffer such treatment.

One black-clad man could not help saying, "I think that white-clad young