The skies above the scene went dark and gloomy as they blocked the afternoon sun; the hundreds of millions of western cultivators had serious faces as they stared at the three overbearing male cultivators in the air. These three were the East, South, and North continental Overlords. The three Overlords hovered as the space trembled around them, assuming multiple cracks simultaneously.
"Show us why you are the West Overlord?! Haha, hilarious! We all know our strengths are equally matched if we fought in single combat, but look around you, Fengian Xu; there are three of us, and there is only one of you, so why don't you do yourself a favor and resign the Western territory, then perhaps we might let you keep your title as an Overlord. So?"
