As for Corpse Sect's Fatty Wu, he had a big belly, his face was pale like paper, his eyes almost narrowed into slits. What was even more strange was that this person was actually carried on his back by a golden-armored corpse. Even so, he was still panting from exhaustion.
"That's not all. Look again. Dao Sect's young master, Zong Rui, is here as well. Oh my god, Witchcraft Sect's Sainte, An Miaoyi, and the Ghoul Sect's young master, Jiu Ying, are here too!"
"In addition, the young Wisdom King, Fan Zhen, arrived long ago. Other than Purple Cap Mountain and Sword Sect, all the paragons of the supreme sects have arrived!"
"What a grand occasion, what a grand occasion!"
A series of gasps rang out in the surroundings. At that moment, everyone's eyes widened as shock filled their faces.
With all the paragons gathered, who could be called king?!
