Stars shifted, the Border Wasteland's desert fell away, and the sky and earth of the Foreign Realm appeared.
Undying Kings flew backward, King Blood spilling across the heavens. Their auras surged violently, startling every corner of the Foreign Realm.
"What's going on?"
The Myriad Races of the Foreign Realm were shaken as they watched five streaks of light cross the distant sky.
Weren't those their Undying Kings?
"Didn't the Undying Kings go to attack the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands?"
They couldn't understand it. They had gone to attack the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, so why had they appeared back in their own land like this?
Meng Chuan came in pursuit and reached for the five Undying Kings again.
At Emperor Pass, everyone stared at the ferocious Meng Chuan, dumbstruck.
"He just charged right in?" Shi Hao said, stunned.
That was the Foreign Realm's Headquarters!
Willow God had charged in before and had nearly failed to return.
Now Meng Chuan had charged in too.
"Could slaughtering your way through the Foreign Realm seven times in and seven times out hold some special meaning?" Shi Hao wondered.
Was charging into the Foreign Realm what made a real man?
"Won't he be in danger?" Huo Ling'er asked worriedly.
Shi Hao shook his head. "I don't understand that level, but I can see the gap between them and Uncle Meng is enormous."
"If I were on a battlefield, no number of people I could suppress with one hand would make any difference."
"It must be the same for Uncle Meng."
"Undying Kings are the Foreign Realm's strongest fighters. He shouldn't be in any danger."
Shi Hao's confidence in Meng Chuan soared.
He also made a decision: once he had grown strong enough, he would charge into the Foreign Realm and slaughter his