Watching Hua Ziyang sweep aside the kings, Little Ancestor of Limitless Peak muttered to himself. He then looked at Shu Ziheng, who had yet to reconstruct his body after so long, and wondered if he had gone a little too hard on him.
By rights, the battle should have been more difficult. Even if he won, it should have been a narrow victory. Yet in a moment of excitement, he had failed to hold back and nearly chopped the man to death outright.
"I'm afraid I won't escape a scolding when I get back. Sigh... it's all Shu Ziheng's fault. How could he be so unable to take a beating?"
On second thought, Shu Ziheng was injured. It seemed perfectly reasonable for him to have won a little easily, didn't it?
Otherwise, if fighting a severely wounded, defeated remnant still proved extremely difficult, that would look rather fake instead.
Little Ancestor of Limitless Peak nodded, feeling that he had done nothing wrong. Perhaps he would not necessarily be scolded when he returned.
"Aren't you all terribly arrogant? Why are you backing away now? Could it be that you're afraid of a sickly weakling like me?"
Hua Ziyang took a step forward, and the Immortal Kings of the Upper Heavens took a step back, deeply wary of him.
Hearing his words, all the Immortal Kings of the Upper Heavens gnashed their teeth. They believed Hua Ziyang was showing off so hard that his swagger was practically blinding them.
Yet there was nothing they could do to Hua Ziyang.
Even Xiang Zimo had been defeated. They stood even less chance against him.
Behind Hua Ziyang, all the Immortal Kings of the Emperor Alliance had followed him over. Their backs had never been so straight. After enduring humiliation for so long, someone had