Within Champion King's Palace, a gigantic golden lion slowly rose into the air.
Divine light gleamed in his eyes, and golden radiance blazed over his entire body like flames.
Yet for some reason, compared to the legend that had intimidated the Great River, this figure seemed to be missing something.
"This king shall meet the heroes of the Human Race." High in the sky, Champion King let out a low roar.
A streak of sword light tore through the heavens. Champion King raised a claw and gave what appeared to be a light swat, shattering the sword light.
Then, three hundred thousand streaks of sword light flew toward him.
Champion King stood alone in the skies, dodging and shifting as golden light shone from his body, knocking back all three hundred thousand sword lights one by one.
The sword lights retreated.
Then, a massive brush came from the west. Taking the sky as paper, it swept ink across the heavens, writing wind, rain, thunder, lightning, immortals, gods, ghosts, and specters, all rushing toward Champion King.
Champion King fought with proud defiance.
Next, a white figure leaped forth and fought Champion King with both fists.
After a hundred exchanges, the figure withdrew.
The Human Race's Beyond-Ranks struck one after another.
With peerless bearing, Champion King faced the gathered heroes.
Sometimes he won by a move.
Sometimes he fell short by half a move.
Sometimes they were evenly matched.
Both sides gave their all, yet neither fought to the death.
By the seventh opponent, a flying sword pierced through Champion King's lion paw, carrying a thread of golden blood as it flew high into the air and vanished without a trace.
Champion King stared at his lion paw in astonishment.
"You have lost," an aged voice said.
Champion King remained silent.
He