Ye Chen, accompanied by the War King, Qin Wushuang, and the captives of the Four Heavenly Kings, returned to that colorful seven-colored space channel. At this moment, among the ten people, all looked at Ye Chen with awe and reverence.
Crushing the Five Great Heavenly Kings and capturing the Four Heavenly Kings, this was a scene beyond imagination.
Especially for the Seven Great Saints who earlier wanted to forcibly demand thirty million jin of spirit stones. They did not dare to speak a word, hurriedly bowing their heads, not daring to look at Ye Chen, for only Ye Chen could act.
Crushing the Five Great Heavenly Kings was already a display, and it would take just a flick of a finger to deal with these small figures who weren't even Saints, turning them to dust.
However, Ye Chen spared not a glance at these people, indifferent, treating them like weeds by the roadside, which made them feel a mix of embarrassment and relief.
