The space fell silent. Every eye turned to Meng Chuan.
This was the Myriad Manifestations Great World, where powerful figures abounded. Kings watched from high above in the Nine Heavens.
Three Giants stood before him, with the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace behind them. Immortal Kings could arrive to support them at any moment.
Why did this man still have the nerve to say such a thing?
This was nothing like before. A Quasi-Immortal King and an Immortal King could not speak for the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace.
Now that three Giants had come in person, their words could represent the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace.
Wushi and Ruthless stood one step behind Meng Chuan, braced and ready to act at any moment.
Even if a real fight broke out, whether they joined in would make little difference. But...
They had to stand firmly on the Heavenly Emperor's side!
Wushi looked grave, but inwardly he was grumbling.
If you want to live off a woman, just say so.
That was Wushi: outwardly, he was every inch the Great Emperor Wushi.
"Daoist Friend, enemies are better reconciled than made. Why not shake hands and make peace?"
Tianheng sighed. Though he could not sense Meng Chuan's exact age, he could tell the man was young.
There was no need to make an enemy of someone like him.
"That wretch indulged his disciples. He never thought of shaking hands and making peace when they were hunting down my disciple."
As Meng Chuan finished speaking, three people appeared beside him: an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man.
They were his Three Pure Ones Incarnations.
No one recognized them as incarnations at that moment. They assumed Meng Chuan had summoned reinforcements.
Three more Giants!
Heaven and earth went still. Onlookers and those involved alike