Immortal Dao auras raged through the void. The Shrouding the Heavens Grand Formation screened out the Dark Unknown, while another power spread through the void and silently entered Wang Changsheng's body as he underwent tribulation.
A Black Hand.
"As expected, it couldn't stop him."
Meng Tianzheng gazed at Wang Changsheng in the distance and sighed.
The man had once stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Of course, passing his tribulation and becoming an immortal came easily.
Wait. Was that an indirect compliment to himself?
"For the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to still produce someone like him... he has a strong chance of becoming an Immortal King," the Heavenly Desolate Halberd said.
"But something about Wang Changsheng feels strange to me."
"I feel that too," Qingjing said, agreeing with the Heavenly Desolate Halberd.
She had slain several Supremes of the Foreign Realm and had returned from the Border Wasteland Emperor Pass some time ago.
"What's strange about him?" Kunpeng's Son asked, puzzled.
"I'm a Supreme now, at least. I'm in the same realm as Qingjing, so why don't I feel anything?"
Over the past few years, Kunpeng's Son had finally reached the Supreme Realm, riding the tailwind of his bloodline Awakening.
In the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, that made him quite a figure.
A Supreme-level Kunpeng with part of his bloodline awakened would be no weakling in that realm.
At his words, Meng Chuan and the others all looked at him. The meaning in their eyes was plain.
Did he really have no idea where he stood?
"All right, all right. I get it. You can't lump all Supremes together," Kunpeng's Son muttered.
He was already powerful, yet in this circle, he still sat at the very bottom of the food chain.
Where was he supposed to go for