Published: February 19, 2025
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The dark crimson fighter jet vanished into the depths of the clouds at several times the speed of sound.
Above tens of thousands of meters, the souls of five standing alien deities fluctuated among each other.
One of the alien deities, resembling a tyrannosaurus rex, was injured by Chen Chu with a spear. Its consciousness trembled in the void, and its voice was deep: "Max, why did you let that human pass?"
A deity with a silver eye in the center of its forehead, emanating the pressure of mythical peak, slowly spoke: "Tarot, I know you are close to the cult of the demon god, but you must remember our position."
"It doesn't matter whether he is a human or an infernal true demon, as long as he meets the requirements, he can pass."
Another deity, whose sun wheel spun behind it and was enveloped in golden divine light, said lightly: "Tarot, you shouldn't interfere with the matters between the Human Race divine realm and the cult of the evil gods. Be careful not to get caught up in it."
The tyrannosaurus alien deity's voice was cold: "That is my concern."
As these neutral alien deities stood firm, two demon kings from the cult of the demon god were also shrouded in rolling dark demon qi, their soul thoughts trembling.
"That Chu the Dominator, under the curse of His Majesty Dioreus, didn't die and even appeared here. How many forbidden artifacts does he have to keep himself alive?"
Another demon king's voice was hoarse: "This human's talent is monstrous; it won't be easy to kill him."
"Moreover, his strength is even stronger than what the transmitted information suggested. He can match a mid-stage demon king without summoning that terrifying giant beast."
"This human must die; his talent is too monstrous. We must inform them about Chu the Dominator's appearance."
Saying this, a demon king produced a broken stone tablet in his hand, while dark qi rolled around, sealing the area.
Meanwhile, several kilometers away, Jingtai and another human king were discussing something, surrounded by a dense aura of laws.
At this moment, with Chen Chu's arrival, the relic exploration event, which originally only involved the young talented experts of the alliance of deities, suddenly became serious.
……
Whoosh!
An explosive sound came from the horizon, and many aliens and cult of the evil gods followers changed their expressions as they looked at the approaching dark crimson throne fighter jet.
The saint child of the cult of the demon god, Sykes, narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat serious: "What is going on? How can a Human Race king ride a fighter jet into the alliance of deities?"
On a distant peak, the young man with a silver eye in his forehead squinted: "Strange, according to the agreement, neither the Human Race king nor the demon king of the infernal clan should be allowed to enter the alliance of deities, right?"
The three-eyed youth, towering tens of meters, wearing dark golden battle armor with wings on his back, slowly spoke: "It should be related to the sudden battle that broke out ahead."
"No, it seems he is not a Human Race king!"
As energy waves surged, the fighter jet slowly landed. Under the gaze of many serious-looking aliens, the cabin door opened, and a young man with shoulder-length black hair stepped out.
The human youth emitted an indistinct late-stage ninth level of heaven aura, instantly stunning all the aliens and Sykes, among others.
"He's actually not a Human Race king."
At this moment, Chen Chu placed his hand on the fighter jet, and with shimmering silver spatial ripples, the massive and menacing fighter jet slowly sank into subspace, disappearing from sight.
Seeing this scene, Ji Wuji couldn't help but exclaim: "Junior Chen actually has a dedicated throne fighter jet now. It seems Senior Xia didn't deceive us."
At this moment, no one doubted Xia Zuo's previous words.
In the Human Race Federation, every throne fighter jet bearing the emblem of a divine dragon entwined around crossed swords symbolized a king's identity.