My Trump Card Lies In The Sky, Nine Colored Heavenly Tribulation, A Hundred Thousand Cultivators Grand Heavenly Tribulation Party

Chu Kuangren could not retaliate the Boundary Emperors' attacks at all.

Not even when he had two Emperor Weapons with him.

No matter how strong his foundations were, his cultivation level was still below a Sage. There was only so much power he could draw from the Emperor Weapons. He was no match for the Boundary Emperors at all.

However, even in the face of such a hopeless situation, Chu Kuangren was laughing.

Every cultivator at the scene, including both the Boundary Emperors, was puzzled.

"Has this b*stard lost his mind?"

"Chu Kuangren can't retaliate at the Boundary Emperors at all. Sure, he may have that weird immortal ability, but so what? It's so easy for the Boundary Emperors to keep him under control."

"Why is that b*stard laughing now?"

Everyone was confused.

Even the Sage Rulers felt that something was off.

"What're you laughing about, little brat?"