"Do you need ten hours?"
"That kid won't come!"
The divine mountain was in an uproar.
The crowd looked at the candlelight in front of the divine mountain and laughed.
It had been several hours since the appearance of this divine mountain, and that brat had yet to appear. What was the point of waiting another twenty hours? would that brat come to his death on his own?
They were all waiting for this matter to end. The main event would be to see a group of Supreme martial artists join forces to question the Holy Palace.
"Hmph! That's unnecessary!"
On the divine Spirit Mountain, among the descendants of divine spirits, one of them snorted coldly.
He looked at the mountain Gate with a dissatisfied expression.
"A mere human dares to come to our Divine Spirit Mountain? What a joke! This is simply impossible. I guess he just said it casually to show off. I don't know why the clan elders still want to mobilize so many people!"
He snorted again.
