Pan King Zhou was satisfied as he looked at this simple task.
Sure enough, the crying child got the milk.
Now, he once again possessed a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon.
At the same time, he became extremely wary of the Contestants under his command.
He knew that after this incident, those above would certainly cultivate new Ultimate Powerhouses, whether deliberately or otherwise.
After all, they could not put all their eggs in one basket. They would have to spread them out in the end.
Still, he did not care too much. It was far too difficult for an Ultimate Powerhouse to develop.
Even with help from above, it remained an extremely difficult undertaking.
As far as he knew, those who had reached the Heavenly Dao Realm in previous rounds had only been Ultimate Powerhouses.
Why had he waited until he became an Ultimate Powerhouse before emerging? To leave nothing to chance.
Unfortunately, ideals were full and lush, while reality was cruel. Wretched as he was, not only had the Avengers thrashed him, but the Demon Emperor had too.
He could accept it from the Avengers. They were Ultimate Powerhouses, after all, and had the qualifications to thrash him.
But what the hell was Demon Emperor Daochen? He had obtained two Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons through sheer luck and then done whatever he pleased. It was practically killing a man and stabbing his heart besides.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He actually dared to defy me.
Pan King Zhou put away those petty thoughts and began clearing out the Black-Robed Puppets.
For now, he had no intention of clashing with those fellows in the Primordial World.
He was extremely cautious at this point.
He no longer wanted to provoke that Demon Emperor.
Although the Demon Emperor appeared badly