In the midst of the towering black fog, the owner of the giant claw spoke with a raspy voice that carried an ineffable pressure.
The Silver-haired Immortal King's complexion changed dramatically.
Because he had heard of this name.
Within The Boundary Sea, he was a God of Slaughter.
The number of Kings who had died at his hand were more than one could count on one hand.
Moreover, the other party had revealed a specific number, having slaughtered no fewer than seven Kings—this was a symbol of strength.
Unexpectedly, this time it was the other's initiative...
"If you wish to suppress this Supreme Being, it depends on your capabilities," said the Silver-haired Immortal King.
The conversation didn't progress beyond a half-sentence of discord.
Even if the opponent had a fearsome reputation, after all, he was an Immortal King himself who was nearly at the Pinnacle Level. Even if he wasn't a match for the other party, escaping should not be difficult.
