By the time everyone gathered in the Main God Plaza again, the atmosphere had changed completely.
The mood, once a little casual, had turned utterly solemn.
The many God Kings who had looked at Meng Chuan with scrutiny and amusement had now shed every trace of contempt.
The strongest on Origin Continent, surpassing all the other God Kings!
Meng Chuan swept his gaze across the God Kings and said:
"I said everything I needed to say at the start. I have nothing more to add."
"I only hope we reach an outcome everyone can accept, one that Origin Continent itself can accept."
Many God Kings nodded silently to show they understood.
Looking at them, a thought popped into Meng Chuan's mind.
What do you do when God Kings won't listen?
Give them a beating.
More than three hundred God Kings faced Meng Chuan alone, yet none dared offend him lightly now.
It was quite a spectacle.
The disparity in numbers was enormous—like comparing the total strength of Origin Continent with that of a Dimensional Universe.
If anyone else on Origin Continent saw this, they would be stunned beyond belief.
There are so many God Kings together. Why are you afraid of one man?
Hit him!
Attack together! Hit him!
With more than three hundred God Kings joining forces, who couldn't you kill?
"All right. This God King Conference ends here."
"Fellow cultivators, don't resist. I'll send you on your way."
That sounded a little ominous, but none of the God Kings objected.
Meng Qi and the others, however, immediately kicked up a fuss.
"You're sending them on their way and telling them not to resist? Lord God, how mighty you are!" Meng Qi said with heavy sarcasm.
"Tyrannical Pigskin confirmed," Klein promptly chimed in.
These fair-weather brothers had nearly gone