As Butcher and the others walked toward Meng Chuan, the kings turned their eyes that way too. They followed silently behind Butcher's group and surrounded Meng Chuan, looking rather menacing.
"Where do you come from, Daoist Friend?" Butcher asked, studying Meng Chuan.
He was curious about Meng Chuan's identity. That Jade Disc had left a profound impression on him during the Emperor's Fall Era.
"From where I came," Meng Chuan said calmly. At a time like this, he had to keep things vague and give people the sense that they could not quite understand him, but he sounded impressive.
"Your talent is extraordinary, Daoist Friend. Before becoming an Immortal King, you managed to slay a peak expert against the odds. What a grand spectacle it would have been to contend for the Dao alongside you in the same era."
One of the Giants looked at Meng Chuan and spoke with admiration. The kings did not look down on Meng Chuan for his insufficient cultivation. Strength was everything.
Meng Chuan thought for a moment, then told the Giant, "I don't think you'd actually want that."
"..."
The kings fell silent. Why did everything this man said have such a strange edge?
Come on, trade a few compliments with me!
The Giant said nothing more. Of course he knew that if he had truly lived in the same era as a monster like this when he was young, he might have been beaten into utter despair.
Still, the kings did not feel Meng Chuan had offended them. A prodigy like him would surely overcome the barrier to becoming an Immortal King. Once he did, he would stand above most others, supreme and invincible.
His potential compelled everyone to believe it.
In fact, Meng Chuan was already stronger than most of the Heavenly