"Although my disciples give me no end of trouble, they're not ones you can kill as you please..."
Along with a ripple in the fabric of space,
a white-robed figure materialized in front of Blackie.
When everyone turned to look at this man in white robes,
no one could sense the aura within his body, nor could anyone discern what realm he was at.
Even the nine Divine King Realm rebels cloaked in dark demonic energy were the same.
He seemed no different than an ordinary mortal.
But.
How could a mortal possibly catch this sharp golden shuttle?
With just the flesh of his palm, he had caught the razor-sharp, sky-splitting golden shuttle right in his hand!
Even a Divine King master of the same realm couldn't possibly have caught it so easily!
The nine Divine King rebels stared at this scene, terror written all over their faces.
If he isn't a mortal, but even their strength can't sense it...
And with this effortless, tranquil display of might...
Could it be...
