"If he shows up, I'll beat him to a pulp!" Xiang Zimo spoke as well, supremely confident.
Chapter 1659: Blessing of Mortals
One month later.
Liu Mengyu, Ao Cheng, Su Xin, and the other one hundred thousand Immortal King cultivators of the second group to join the war gathered at the Imperial Court.
Hua Ziyang and the young ancestors of the various peaks were among the crowd as well.
The emperors were also scattered throughout the crowd.
They kept a low profile, reining in their majesty and radiance. They did not stand out among the crowd and were no different from ordinary passersby Immortal Kings.
"Who is Ziyang?" someone suddenly asked softly.
Hearing this, many Immortal Kings looked around curiously.
"Ziyang" had been the first person to step forward after the heirs of the various Overlord-level powers, and he had uttered those famous words: A man lives for a single breath.
Everyone wanted to see this cultivator from a fallen sect.
At the front of the crowd, heirs such as Liu Mengyu and Ao Cheng turned around as well. They too wanted to see this man of such lofty awareness.
"Cough, cough..."
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, a young man in white stepped out. His complexion was waxy yellow, and he coughed from time to time, wearing a humble, kindly smile.
"You are Ziyang?" the Immortal King who had called out first asked the young man in white curiously.
"That would be me." Hua Ziyang cupped his fists, coughing several more times as he spoke.
As the Immortal Kings looked at Hua Ziyang, they found him completely different from what they had imagined. He was actually a sickly young man.
In their minds, someone capable of saying, "A man lives for a single breath. Even if his sect