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At the same time.

Southern Continent.

Atop a mountain range, clothed in black, Zhang Kuang was kneeling with a vacant expression, his face swollen and bruised from being beaten, a sight too pitiful to behold.

"The Villian's Guild, where did this power come from!"

"These people are all monsters at the end of the Human Immortal Realm, too terrifying; the capacity of my Dantian is already quite vast, yet theirs are even more expansive, how did they achieve that?"

"The key issue is, I didn't offend them, so why has each one of them targeted me?"

"What did I do wrong, to be savagely defeated six times in one day, Master, tell me, am I really that useless?"

Zhang Kuang spoke listlessly, his injuries were not severe, but ironically, that made him feel more aggrieved; it indicated that the opponent had held back, perfectly controlling their power without harming him.

The damage was minimal, but the insult was extreme!