Yang Chen clenched his fists, his entire body on high alert.
He would be lying if he said he was not nervous. Not to mention that defeating the Demon God King had already cost him dearly, severely depleting his Dao Intent and leaving him utterly unable to fight again.
Even if he had been at his peak, facing four God Kings at once would have left him with no chance of victory.
Yang Chen could only grit his teeth and say, "What is the meaning of this, everyone? I don't seem to have offended any of you."
"Hehe, Yang Chen, you may not have offended us yet, but after some time, perhaps you would have. We do not want to end up like the Demon God King." One of the God King experts said.
The plump God King beside him stood with his hands behind his back. "Brother Guangyi is right. Originally, I did not quite believe what that old bastard Demon God King said. Who would have thought his words would come true? Not long ago, this brat could not even fight a God King-level expert, yet now even the Demon God King has fallen into his hands."
"If he is given more time to grow, then old fellows like us may very well fall into this brat's hands as well."
The several God Kings had been drawn over by the battle between Yang Chen and the Demon God King, watching it from afar.
They had originally intended to sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight. It would have been best if the two emerged mutually wounded. Yet who could have known that Yang Chen would suppress the Demon God King before turning defeat into victory?
The final victory had been utterly gripping, so unbelievable that none