The Sun God Flower trembled and turned into a streak of light, fleeing into the Chaos Palace beside it.
Meng Chuan and the others made no move to stop her. They let her go.
But Little Pagoda and the others were astonished. They all looked at Meng Chuan.
"The Butcher?!"
Though none of them had seen him in person, people at Little Pagoda's level had heard legends of that name.
It belonged to an Immortal King of unimaginable antiquity, an invincible figure among Immortal Kings. Long years had passed, ages had shifted, and epochs had come and gone.
Though the invincible one called the Butcher had not appeared in ages, his legend still spread throughout the world.
They said he killed other Immortal Kings as easily as slaughtering pigs. Ordinary Immortal Kings had no power to resist him. They could only let him carve them up.
It was a terrifying thought.
An Immortal King stood supreme over a realm, at the summit of the Boundary Sea, undying through the ages—a being who might not emerge even once in an epoch. Yet someone treated them like pigs.
Of course, it was only a legend. Almost no one had seen it for themselves.
The era when the Butcher had been active was far too ancient. Almost no one from his time remained.
So many Immortal Kings merely listened to the claim that he treated their kind like pigs. They did not believe it.
Anyone could boast. No one had actually seen him do it.
He had not appeared in so long that, for all they knew, he might have died in some forgotten corner.
And he supposedly killed Immortal Kings like pigs?
Still, one thing was certain: the Butcher had to have been powerful even among Immortal Kings.
Otherwise, no such legend