The Plague

"Me? An Immortal King?"

Davis slowly spoke as he let out a light chuckle. However, becoming silent, he saw that many people did doubt if he was an Immortal King with his incredulous move.

'Well, it can't be helped, considering that they can't sense my cultivation unless they're using their soul sense to scan me...'

Purely using physical might, he had thwarted Gryar Zyrus and destroyed the latter's right arm with a flick of his finger. Surely, he had felt that he had overdone it a bit, but he also felt that the opportunity was hard to miss.

*Bzzz!~*

Abruptly, his aura soared, filling the entire hall as it caused the guests to become dumbfounded once again.

"Level… Seven… Immortal Stage…"

"Not… Immortal King…?"

"It can't be…"

Numerous people were shocked by the unknown challenger's display. Just where had he come from?