It was a very ssy room filled with a vast amount of ancient texts and dicines. In a corner, a cultivation chamber even contained the headless corpse of a Beastman.
At that mont, five royal nobles suddenly looked in the sa direction.
For there stood a man in a loose Taoist robe, staring blankly at them. He seed like soone who had just woken up from a long sleep, still not fully alert.
"Who are you?" a noble frowned, "Was it you who disrupted the transition?"
The man scratched his disheveled hair and thought carefully.
Then, he nodded slightly.
"So, let guess, you are... the Supre King of the Extraordinary Alliance?" Iron Scale sneered, "What then, have you given up resisting? Or do you wish to surrender?"
The man slowly shook his head and stepped closer to the nobles.
"Do you intend to stop us? Or do you think you can kill us?" Iron Scale scoffed, "I’ve killed an Immortal before, she was as arrogant as you. But in the end, I flayed and dismbered her. You, not even being an Immortal, have such confidence? Are you overestimating yourself, or underestimating us?"
As one of the nobles who had attacked the Celestial Court in the past, Iron Scale’s fleet indeed had once surrounded and killed a female Immortal. With Annihilation’s technology, they had accomplished the feat of killing beyond their level.
But the man paid no heed and continued to approach.
A noble waved his hand, and the man’s chest was slashed open, blood flowing over his body and staining his robe red.
With just one move, the man was gravely injured, yet the nobles’ pupils shrank.
Was the space rift blade, which should have sliced open a small warship, only able to cut open the man’s chest?
The man was stunned, then looked down at his wound. Afterward, he wiped his face.
A strange, green, kind Facemask appeared on his face.
At the sa ti, the blood flowed backward, and the wound instantly healed!
"The champion of Great Impurity, God’s Chosen? Have you sided with Chaos? Is this your confidence?" Iron Scale seed surprised, recognizing the features of that Facemask. It belonged to a champion of Great Impurity! The Supre King had actually sided with Chaos? What a story this would make if humans knew!
However, the man wiped his face again, and this ti, a ferocious red Facemask appeared.
"Blood River champion? Double God’s Chosen?" Iron Scale’s lizard eyes suddenly widened. Such cases were very rare.
Yet the man wiped his face again, revealing a charming pink Facemask.
Then, he wiped his face one more ti. A sinister purple Facemask appeared.
Afterward, the four Facemasks seed to rge into one, transforming into a four-colored Facemask embodying kindness, ferocity, charm, and deceit.
Is this... the Four Gods’ Chosen?
Iron Scale was utterly astonished. Four Evil Gods compromising to grant their power to a human opposing them? What a joke!
"But even as the Four Gods’ Chosen, don’t expect to survive against ," Iron Scale spoke coldly. As a being who had once killed an Immortal, a royal of Annihilation was not afraid of a God’s Chosen!
The man then removed all the Facemasks, looking indifferently at the five nobles.
He spoke for the first ti, "I have slept for a very, very long ti."
"What?" Iron Scale and the other nobles tensed, readying their attack stance.
"You might find it hard to understand. After all, your Annihilation ancestors stopped exploring the mysteries after encountering the ’Four Fools’," the man rambled slightly, "Of course, I still haven’t fully figured it out. But at least, I have deduced a decent Immortal Skill."
"Immortal Skill? You are not even an Immortal!" Iron Scale sneered.
"Who said that you need to be an Immortal to use Immortal Skill?" the man said with a faint smile, "One..."
If the captain had seen the man’s smile, he might have known.
The Supre King... had returned!
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