The crowd didn't dare to cross eyes with them. The young man was lethal despite his aloof and lazy expression. One word coming out of his mouth could spell the end of a god.
He didn't bat an eye for the status that his opponent had. Never curry favor, never fazed. The only mortal cultivator that was able to do so. Worthy to stand amongst the four kings that ruled First Heaven. Didn't lay a finger yet a god died by his name.
He came here bearing the flag of the Mortal World. His name was unknown four days ago, yet now everyone in First Heaven knew his name. There was no limit to what he could do, he had faced no loss nor competition in the eyes of the crowd.
They had first seen him as nothing but a cocky newcomer from the Mortal World. However, after conquering the first and second rounds, his name shot to the firmament of heaven. Even more so after they saw the death of an elite cultivator.
