Third Party

"As for any matters, discuss them at the meeting later. We didn't come here today to watch you two fight." Asura King spoke up. He stood tall and straight, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, dressed in a green robe.

Nine Nether King and Blood Eagle King snorted at the same time, swiftly turning their heads to look in different directions.

Once all Nine Kings had arrived, everyone ascended the steps and made their way toward the grand hall.

The ancient stone gate had already opened. The hall was filled with chairs, and a flight of stone steps extended inward and upward. At the very top stood a towering throne that radiated a faint pressure.

The throne was empty.

Below it were three golden lotus pedestal seats. Three figures emanating faint halos sat upon them, and the space around them seemed subtly distorted.

In the middle sat a gaunt old man, who smiled and nodded at Nine Nether King. To his left was a white-haired elder whose skin was as smooth as a baby's. His eyes were entirely black, without the slightest trace of white, and Mu Chen caught a hint of hostility toward himself within those pupils.

His mind swayed for an instant, as though he were about to sink into those pitch-black eyes.

"Mu Chen!" Nine Nether King jabbed him in the side with her elbow, pulling him out of the mental influence.

Mu Chen instantly came to his senses, lingering fear appearing on his face. He no longer looked into that man's eyes and turned toward the last figure instead. This was a drowsy-looking man, lazily half-reclining in his seat, his head bobbing as if he were dozing off.

No one needed to tell him. Mu Chen recognized their identities at a glance from their distinctive traits: