The Underworld Palace’s Chakra King, The Hundred Thousand Demonic Cultivators Fall Like Blades of Grass

"D*mn it, this Host Lee is meddlesome."

Lin Batian silently cursed among the crowd. Based on his actions, Host Lee was undoubtedly trying to increase Chu Kuangren's reputation and prestige.

"A futile effort. When Chu Kuangren falls, we shall make our move to rush in and save the day. Once that's done, the people will only remember us as their heroes," Ao Chang casually said beside him.

History was always written by the winners. If Chu Kuangren perished, it would be up to them to set up whatever narrative they want.

"With so many demonic cultivators there, a single slash from one of them is enough to dice Chu Kuangren into bits. Let's see how he's going to survive this. "

"You're right, I'd assume that those protectors of his were already held back by the higher-ups from the demonic orthodoxies. Tsk, he truly is fighting alone this time. Two of them against a hundred thousand? I doubt even a miracle could help them survive this."