"I'm not sure, but those five seem extremely formidable. That kind of presence, that chakra—they're no small matter!"
"For some reason, facing those five gives me the feeling that I'm facing gods. Are they gods?"
"Perhaps. Even if they aren't gods, they're still anything but ordinary!"
"They're probably gods. Didn't you hear the one holding the wine cup call the Xun Clan's ancestor 'mortal' again and again? And that attitude, looking down on everyone—he doesn't seem human at all!"
The appearance of Cup Style's group of five shocked everyone.
Some of them noticed the way the five spoke and their tone, and could not help secretly feeling alarmed.
"I found him. That Yang Ming is at the far end of the southeast!"
At that moment, a sharp glint flashed in Earth Style's eyes. He pointed toward the southeast. It seemed that he had sensed something, and he spoke.
"Found him? Good. If you make enemies of us, then even if you flee this planet, you will still die!"
"As expected of Earth Style. Upon this land, you are the strongest!"
"Very good. In all these years, you are the first one who has dared to make enemies of us gods. Come, now that we've found the target, let's kill him!"
"We can't let him die too easily. Otherwise, how will he learn the consequences of offending us?"
Upon hearing this, the other four sneered, their gazes fixed on the southeast.
"Wait. What about these mortals? They've seen our appearances!"
Cup Style suddenly said.
"Is that even a question? What kind of beings are we? These mortals dared to gaze upon our forms, so kill them all. Leave none alive!"
"Exactly. Cup Style, how could you even ask such a thing? We are gods, high above all others. We must maintain