"Hong Yu went into the Land of the Buried Gods?"
"How is that possible? D-doesn't he know that it's a place of certain death, even for Primordial Spirit Realm experts?"
"Sigh, he was forced into it by the Blood Wen Palace Master, with no other choice!"
"That may be true, but for Hong Yu to sever one of the Blood Wen Palace Master's arms with only his Primordial Core Realm cultivation... that's already a terrifying feat!"
"He's definitely a true Celestial Pride Son. A pity that heaven is jealous of great talents!"
A crowd of experts stood outside the Land of the Buried Gods, their scattered conversations filling the air.
A Deputy General stepped forward, looked at the silent Meng Chenggong, and whispered, "Grand General, Hong Yu is sure to die in the Land of the Buried Gods. Should we report this news to the Crown Prince?"
"The Crown Prince? Go ahead, tell him."
