Immortal King Wu Chen was baffled. What was going on?
One slap had left two Peak Immortal Kings in that state, yet he didn't know anyone capable of such a thing.
"Who are you?" The two Dark Kings had lost their earlier indifference. A trace of shock showed on their faces.
Had they run into a Supreme Giant?
They had not recognized Meng Chuan, though his appearance was no longer a secret within the Dark Faction.
But Meng Chuan had appeared in the body of one of his Other Selves!
"Just an Immortal King passing by," Meng Chuan said mildly. When a chance to show off presented itself, he took it.
He had not yet reached the combat strength of a Supreme Giant. In the Immortal King Realm, the higher one climbed, the wider the gaps became.
After his latest advance, his combat strength matched that of the stronger giants.
But his methods were more numerous and more formidable than theirs!
That slap had looked simple, but its essence was extraordinary. It held many of Meng Chuan's methods: the will to Slay Immortals, the crushing weight of the Heavens, time concealed within, and the sinking depths of the Bitter Sea.
In short, that strike was not an attack he could use as a matter of course.
The two Dark Kings exchanged a glance. Neither realized Meng Chuan was showing off. Instead, they took his words for the likeliest answer.
A pagoda appeared above one king's head, a furnace above the other's. These were their Immortal King artifacts.
"You are powerful, but suppressing the two of us won't be so easy!"
The two Dark Kings charged and unleashed world-shaking kingly arts. They drove themselves to their peak, heedless of the cost to their Origins.
They meant to fight Meng Chuan to