When all the immortal gods and disciples of the Immortal Sect saw Wang Xian leading the arrival of the Dragon Palace's powerhouses, everyone gasped.

"Thinking about a year ago, the Dragon King destroyed the Nordic God Domain and the Yuwen Clan, and he didn't do it himself, but after encountering this ancient god, the twelve holy kings, he also had to surrender!"

"As powerful as a dragon king, all of them will be classified as courtiers, let alone us?"

"The Twelve Holy Kings said that they want the Dragon King to be their mount, Mount, let the strongest of them be their mounts!"

When the group saw the arrival of the Dragon King, they had shocked looks on their faces.

"Dragon King!"

"Dragon King!"

Seeing Wang Xian and the others coming, at the front, everyone let go of a space, and shouted with a trace of misery on their faces.

"Hmm!"

Wang Xian nodded lightly, landed on the ground, and looked towards the position facing the west.

"Hmph, I'm going to be someone else's mount in the future, and I'm still so cold and arrogant!"

Behind, a newly promoted immortal god of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, seeing Wang Xian's cold and arrogant appearance, pursed his lips slightly, and said with disdain on his face.

The Mixed Yuan Immortal Gate had a grudge against the Dragon Palace, and at the beginning, a group of strong men from the Dragon Gate blocked their city gates, so that they did not dare to leave the city for three days.

It's just that the dragon king is too powerful, they dare not speak out, and now seeing that the dragon king has become someone else's mount, he muttered quietly, full of schadenfreude!

The voice was small and small, but it was surrounded by immortals, and it couldn't hide from anyone's ears.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Prime Minister Turtle Cheng, who was standing on the side, turned around and waved the turtle shell in his hand.

"The Twelve Holy Kings are coming soon, Dragon King..."

The immortal's face changed drastically, but before he could finish his words, a terrifying suction came from the turtle shell!

"Bump!"

The immortal god didn't have the slightest power to resist, he was directly sucked by the turtle shell, and his head was directly separated.

"Bump!"

As soon as the turtle prime minister threw it away, the corpse of the immortal god was thrown directly into the ocean.

Everyone around saw this scene, and their hearts were overwhelmed.

"I'm really looking for death!"

"But no, even if the Dragon King is reduced to a mount, it's not that your little fairy god is qualified to taunt!"

"How can such an idiot be promoted to the Immortal God?"

Some people muttered in a low voice, the dragon king must be in a bad mood now, and now he is so mocking, he is simply looking for death!

"Haha, I really know the times, the immortals of the East, your king is here!"

Just then, a loud voice was heard.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly looked towards the western position.

In the western sky, the dragon robe is covered with a canopy, and twelve middle-aged young people are sitting on the throne, and twelve terrifying giant beasts are pulling.

In the rear, a group of Western gods followed, their eyes full of reverence.

An old man stood on the far left, and the voice just now was made by him.

The old man was dressed in divine armor and had an extraordinary momentum, this was the leader of a divine domain, but now he was accompanied by him like a eunuch.

Your King is coming!

The speed of the crowd was very fast, and hundreds of immortals accompanied them, and this momentum was shocking.

"Transcendent second-order, third-order, second-order, second-order, third-order, fourth-order, third-order..."

Wang Xian's gaze swept away, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The strongest transcendent fourth-order, there is only one, and the other weakest transcendent second-order.

"Hey, these Saint Kings look so young!"

"Although they don't exude any momentum, looking at them, there is a kind of coercion from the soul!"

Everyone looked at each other with a shocked look on their faces.

"Roar!"

Twelve ten-meter-sized behemoths stopped and let out a roar.

The twelve Holy Kings lined up in a row, their eyes looking at them.

In their eyes, they were full of playful and sadistic looks, and there was some smugness in their eyes.

They were just a small mercenary group in the Transcendent Continent, but they didn't expect to come to this world and be the strongest existence.

This made all of them look excited, and they decided not to go back and do something great here.

Build an empire and set yourself up as king!

They are the masters here, they want women to have the most beautiful women, they want power, they are the kings of all!

Here, they are the heavens!

The eyes of the twelve people swept over the hundreds of thousands of people below, and their faces showed a look of satisfaction.

"Tsk, there are a lot of beautiful women!"

A look of obscenity flashed in the eyes of a young man sitting on the throne on the left, and he stood up with some excitement, his eyes scanning downward.

The rest of the people saw his virtue and were accustomed to it.

"Have all the immortal gates arrived?"

At this time, a gloomy young man sitting in the center asked a question in a deep voice.

"Tell the Holy King, all the strong men of all the Immortal Sects have arrived!"

An immortal god hurriedly replied.

"Which is the Dragon King?"

The young man raised his head slightly and asked with a squint.

Below, everyone hit Wang Xian and the others at the front.

"Oh, you're the Dragon King?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man, and his gaze also fell on Wang Xian's body.

"Yes!"

Wang Xian nodded lightly.

"Hey, these beauties are pretty too!"

The young man on the far left, whose eyes were full of obscenity, lit up when he saw Lan Qingyue, Sun Lingxiu, and Fan Zhang beside Wang Xian.

The three of them are definitely the top in terms of temperament and appearance.

Even if it is placed in the Transcendent Continent, it is still stunning.

Empress Fengluan's appearance is only slightly better than that of several of their girls.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, and he licked his lips.

Everyone below saw this scene, and their faces changed slightly.

"This dragon king is not only going to be a mount, maybe even his own woman will be toyed with!"

Some people secretly said in their hearts.

The fall of the glorious dragon king to this scene did not surprise everyone.

"Turn into a divine dragon for the holy kings to see, and besides, everyone else, kneel down and worship!"

The old man on the left shouted with a cold gaze.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, but then their faces relaxed, and they slowly knelt on the ground.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the old man snorted lightly, and his eyes were only staring at Wang Xian and the others in the front.

The twelve Saint Kings also looked at Wang Xian and them, with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

"Kneel, didn't you hear, and you, the Dragon King, anyone who dares to disobey the Holy King's orders, Zhulian Nine Clans!"

The old man exuded a terrifying coercion, and rushed directly towards the position below.

"Dare to resist us, it's interesting, all the men are killed, and the women ..."

The young man, whose eyes were full of obscenity, licked his lips again.

"Whoosh!"

However, this time, before he finished his words, the space shook slightly.

A flash of white light flashed, and a head flew into the sky.

"A group of guys with the highest cultivation level of the Transcendent Fourth Order, and they dare to say that they are ancient gods, saint kings, and establish an empire, haha, it's really interesting!"

At the same time, a faint smile appeared on Wang Xian's face, and a mocking voice sounded.

(End of chapter)