Stormy Undercurrents
Within their imperial thrones, where the great elders could always stay for relaxation, the leading great elders needed to seriously ponder the direction of their future.
Tian Yin clicked his teeth. His knuckles tightened as the radiance of heavenly light glisten beneath his palm. "Damnit...damnit! How could the Song faction have such dogshit luck?! Just how many half-step Divine Lord gods they are even in the Divine Kingdom? And yet, out of them all, somehow, a brat not even in the Heavenly Ruler can already suppress the entirety of the Heavenly King realm! None of this makes any sense, none at all..."
Zheng Guo quietly sighed. "I understand that. But, what uses is there in cursing and causing a storm? It'll solve nothing. The fact of the matter is that there's another half-step Divine Lord god powerhouses within that faction. And one with the great potential to grow far stronger than this world has ever seen."