Hua's Palace

The Apostle debut had come to an end, and Sky City's residents gradually dispersed. Yet discussion of the "Heavenly King Hua" not only failed to fade, but grew ever more intense.

Lin Feng had always been hugely popular. Even in the isolated Sky City, he had countless fans.

Captain of the Avengers Alliance, a luxurious soul skill combination, a rare God-Tier Soul Skill, clearing ten consecutive trials in his Apostle debut, becoming a Heavenly King at twenty-three, the unprecedented Thirteen Heavenly Kings of the Pure Land—every single thing was unbelievable.

All of it was worth talking about.

As for Lin Feng becoming one of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings, the various Heavenly Kings had differing attitudes.

Some wore mocking expressions, believing Lin Feng was unqualified to sit in that position and lacked both the qualifications and strength to be mentioned in the same breath as them.

Some were indifferent. It was merely one more Heavenly King.

Some were enraged and wanted to kill Lin Feng.

Others were excited, believing the Pure Land would be better off being more lively.

"Heavenly King Hua. What a Heavenly King Hua."

Meng Tianwang silently watched Lin Feng.

Of the ten trials, apart from those who forfeited, his had ended the fastest—astonishingly fast.

Losing a puppet that possessed the strength of a High-Tier Spirit King and retained its intelligence was no small loss to him. Added to that was the Demon Soul Liquid, which was also incomparably precious to him. Meng Tianwang was in an especially foul mood.

He had the urge to kill someone.

Meng Tianwang stared fixedly into Lin Feng's eyes. His pink pupils swirled faintly as a strange ripple silently emerged, only to vanish almost at once.

That faint mental fluctuation drew the attention of several Heavenly Kings near him, their eyes revealing