Mo Hao's brows drew together. Something about this man felt… off. A strange sense of unease stirred in his chest, though he couldn't quite place why.
"Greetings, My Lord!" Zhu Zhihai and the others bowed in perfect sync, their faces filled with deep respect.
But beneath that reverence, doubts lurked.
Jiang Chen was the strongest figure on the Immortal Martial Continent. He had already slain two Transcendence realm demons. But now, he was up against multiple Transcendence realm cultivators at once. Could even he handle this?
"These people call you My Lord? So, you're the leader of the Immortal Martial Continent?" Shao Ji's gaze swept over Jiang Chen, his lips curling slightly as if suppressing a laugh. A flicker of disdain flashed in his eyes—quick, but unmistakable.
This was the great leader of the Immortal Martial Continent? Just a young man at the Early-stage Transcendence realm?
Ridiculous.
