Xiang Zimo and the other five possessed talents far surpassing those of Hong Feiyu's group of six. They were also core figures within their respective factions. As time accumulated, the gap between the two sides would only grow wider and wider.
Among the six, perhaps only the strongest, Hong Feiyu, could barely approach their level, but even then, the gap between them remained enormous.
It was like back in the Lower Heavens, where Hong Feiyu could effortlessly defeat other cultivators of the same realm.
"To barely contend against those six, only heir-level figures specially nurtured by the various factions will do," the Emperor Lord muttered to himself.
At the Immortal King Realm, core heirs such as Little Phoenix, the Sky Serpent Crown Prince, Zhou Yan, the four princes of the Holy Dragon Clan, Duan Wuyi, and Duan Wuqing should barely be able to clash with those six.
But who would win or lose was difficult to determine.
Xiang Zimo and the other six were also heirs of their respective factions, and they resided in the Upper Heavens. Whether in cultivation environment or opportunities, they possessed innate advantages.
At this moment, the Emperor Lord was already considering candidates for the next battle. It was not that the Overlord-level factions lacked Immortal King Realm heirs; there were simply very few of them. Their biological children had all been groomed, and the true core heirs were naturally them.
In truth, Hong Feiyu already counted as an heir. A Prodigy Immortal Emperor with countless halos around him, yet he still could not prevail.
After pondering it over and over, the Emperor Lord still could not think of anyone in the Immortal King Realm who could steadily defeat Xiang Zimo and the other six.
Boom!
Hong Feiyu's group of six crashed onto the ground, brutally