King Pumo, whose name had once shaken the world, now lay before Meng Chuan and the others like a corpse.
Only his blood-red eyes, fixed on them and seething with malice, showed that this Peak Immortal King was still alive.
"Strange. Isn't King Pumo supposed to be a Pumo Tree?" At some point, Lu Mingfei had run over to King Pumo. He crouched beside him and began studying him.
"Then why does this guy have dragon scales?"
Bibi Dong came over too and said with some distaste:
"This King Pumo is ugly, and he stinks."
In the Douluo Universe, she was the supremely dignified Cult Master of the Shrouding the Heavens Church. In the group, she was a rather lively young girl.
Well, not that young. A grown woman, really.
"In the battle at the end of the Late Immortal Ancient Era, King Pumo fought the True Dragon first, then the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King, and finally Immortal King Wuzhong."
"These must be scales from that True Dragon."
The Ancient One analyzed the matter with an air of expertise. "It seems the True Dragon and King Pumo fought fiercely. Both suffered extremely severe injuries."
Everyone crowded around King Pumo. They also explained some events of the Chaotic Ancient Era to Wang Lin so he could join the conversation.
How heartwarming.
Meng Chuan's expression was rather strange, chiefly because the scene before him was so strange.
It was as though this place had been cut into two separate stretches of space-time.
Then Meng Chuan looked at King Pumo. Those blood-red eyes were still staring at them, and that annoyed him.
"What are you looking at, you filthy beggar?"
Blood-red light flared in King Pumo's eyes. He struggled and actually rose to his feet, though he still swayed once he