The high and mighty god standing in the Nine Heavens was watching this world.
The seven kings descended and looked down on all living beings. In an instant, the pressure caused the mountains and rivers within a hundred miles to tremble. Violent winds blew and black clouds pressed down.
Amidst their fear, everyone's expressions were tense, and their breathing became quick. Just now, King Chao Feng had already made them feel unprecedented pressure. Now, seven King-Ranked powerhouses had descended on Qin Chuan at the same time, they were giving them so much face.
No, that was for Ye Qiu! Not them.
To the seven kings, they were nothing more than larger ants that could drown with a single spit. The seven kings had arrived at Qin Chuan at the same time not for them, but for Ye Qiu. Only he was worthy of piquing the interest of the seven kings.
"Is there really no hope?"
