Jiang Chen had just emerged from the spatial passage and felt a wave of dizziness.
He shook his head lightly and regained his bearings.
The instant he was lucid, he felt countless cold gazes land upon him. The killing intent was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, chilling him to the bone.
"Hm?"
Jiang Chen paused, looking around.
He saw an overwhelming sea of powerhouses surrounding him.
Among these powerhouses, there were dozens of Human Emperor Realm Overlords alone, and those in the Human King Realm were as numerous as trees in a forest—truly countless.
A corner of Jiang Chen's mouth lifted. "What have I, Jiang Chen, possibly done to deserve having so many seniors await my arrival?"
His voice was light and calm.
It was as if he was completely unaware that, in the eyes of others, he was already in a fatal predicament with no chance of survival.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from Bing Qianchi.
