Meng Chuan walked over to An Lan and Yu Tuo and looked at the two Undying Kings who had seemed so imposing and untouchable just moments ago.
No, wait. Yu Tuo hadn't had a chance to look imposing. He had collapsed the moment he appeared.
At least An Lan had gotten all his grandiose lines out and shown himself off to the fullest. His name would live through the Eternal Ages.
Yu To had lost out badly.
While Meng Chuan and Ye Fan were talking, An Lan and Yu Tuo recovered some of their strength.
Without Meng Chuan deliberately leaving power behind to suppress them, the Undying Kings' ability to recover was formidable.
At the very least, they had enough strength to speak.
An Lan and Yu Tuo felt Meng Chuan's gaze. It was calm and indifferent.
As though he were looking at two ordinary objects.
The two Undying Kings struggled to their feet, swaying.
"You're not from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Who are you?" An Lan demanded of Meng Chuan, spitting bloody foam.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands could never have produced someone this strong.
If the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had possessed someone like this, how could they have conquered it in the Immortal Ancient Era?
An Lan felt that even the legendary Butcher could be no stronger.
An Lan had never met Butcher, but he had heard the stories about him, even though Butcher was from the Immortal Domain.
He even suspected Meng Chuan might have broken past the King Realm and become one of the emperors of myth and legend.
In all his long life, throughout the Foreign Realm's history, whose origins were almost beyond sight, nothing as absurd as this day had ever been recorded.
"Does it matter who I am?"