Meng Chuan strolled through the Heavenly Realm with Xiao Chen, Keke, and Little Stubborn Dragon. Stone Crow and the others had already taken their leave.
Staying near Meng Chuan was frightening...
Once Meng Chuan gave them permission, the remaining Kings of the Seven Kings fled as though they had the speed of Emperors. They feared the "brutal" stranger might kill them too on a whim.
He was terrifying. Killing a King was like slaughtering a chicken to him; he did not even blink.
The Giants of the Heavenly Realm dared only watch Meng Chuan from afar. They did not dare bring their Spiritual Sense close, afraid of angering him...
Now that Little Stone Emperor had fallen, who in the world could stop a mysterious power beyond the Kings?
No one.
"Xiao Chen," Meng Chuan called.
"I'm here, Senior!" Xiao Chen answered.
Meng Chuan patted Xiao Chen's shoulder and said with satisfaction, "Good. That's the spirit."
"I had high hopes for you in the past, and I still do. Remember to train hard. Become a King soon, then go even further."
"You don't have much time. Make every second count."
Meng Chuan gave Xiao Chen a meaningful look.
"The final battle is almost here. You don't want to stand by helplessly while the forebears of the Nine Provinces fall, do you?"
"Senior, what is this final battle?" Xiao Chen asked, his expression turning grave.
"A war that will sweep through past, present, and future. It concerns the highest reaches of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, and the survival of every race and every world within them."
"It is a plan laid across the Eternal Ages, a reckoning for the oldest Karma."
"Ordinary Kings will be cut down like weeds in the final battle."
"So work hard."
Xiao Chen's face grew grave.