Just as the two were secretly exchanging messages, they confronted the Painter.
"Such boldness!"
"What kind of fiend dares attack the Immortal Venerate banquet?"
"Demon, bow down promptly, or are you truly courting death!"
Their majestic voices descended from the skies, and below the banquet, countless towering high-dimensional Gods and Immortals seemed to penetrate layers of ripples in time, shining onto the Painter from the future.
It was an era of grandeur, a martial exhibition between two realms.
Someone actually dared to provoke the eternal and ancient titan, the first vile rebel of the future, the Painter?
The moment the Painter appeared, it was as if a hornet's nest was stirred, the entire timeline of the past was in an uproar, as if no one could believe this person indeed dared to act on this day.
Even Ning Zheng, seated at the desk, felt a chill in his heart:
