The Kings' Melee

The Martial Virtue Hall Master stood there with his hands behind his back, staring disdainfully at Previous Sea God Quan Long, unable to understand why the other man was even better at putting on airs than him.

By the Heavenly River, a smile appeared at the corner of Hua Yunfei's lips. Only he knew that it was not that the Previous Sea God did not want to use the Sea God Trident—he simply could not use it.

He must have realized that the Sea God Trident bestowed upon the Sea God had been lost by the current Sea God.

"This guy is really putting on airs! Does he think he can crush the Martial King, who is at the same realm as him?"

"Impossible. They are both King-level Giants; who could be inferior to whom? Even if the Martial King loses, he cannot possibly be crushed."

"I think so too."

By the Heavenly River, the Immortal Realm cultivators watching the battle discussed it without end. They felt that the Previous Sea God was far too arrogant, actually planning not to use the Sea God Trident. He was being much too careless.

Perhaps it was also because, over these years, Immortal Realm cultivators had never won a battle against God Realm cultivators at the same realm.

Though they had faith in the Martial Virtue Hall Master, it was not enough. Their hearts were tense, and they unconsciously clenched their fists.

"If they fight, the Martial King cannot lose. These juniors have already been beaten until they have lost their confidence. There is a shadow in their hearts that cannot be shaken off."

The Peng King glanced toward the riverbank. His heart was like a bright mirror, and he saw through the timidity and fear in their hearts.

If these negative emotions