Dressing Neatly, Tying the Descendant Self Sword to His Waist, Killing His Foes With Every Step, Armies of Thousands Are Nothing to Him

"Alright. It's time to deal with you guys."

Holding his head with his left arm as he leaned on the bed, Chu Kuangren looked at the powerful cultivators from Planet Zi and chuckled.

Although he was a little confused about the current situation, he fully grasped everything that was happening after sweeping through the area with his Emperor Thoughts.

"It's rude to disrupt someone's beauty sleep, you know."

Chu Kuangren said with a yawn.

Upon seeing his languid look, the powerful cultivators from Planet Zi, who had just recovered from their shock, immediately became enraged.

They were a great army consisting of a few Heavenly Daoist Celestials. Yet, Chu Kuangren only saw them as people who disturbed him from his beauty sleep?!

He was not taking them seriously at all.

"Attack! So what if this guy has created a new Immortal Technique. He's just a mere Daoist Celestial now! He hasn't become an Immortal yet!"