Samara's heart trembled with fear, this was too astounding. She had also heard some legends about Immortal King-level powerhouses exploring new territories — like their adventure team, most of the time they wouldn't have any intersection, but there were also small circle gatherings. At such times, she would often sit in a corner with a light smile on her face, sipping a cup of strong immortal brew, and listening quietly to the other male immortals boasting.
In these boasts, there were stories of "following Immortal King-level powerhouses to explore difficult farms."
For beings like them at the bottom, to be able to serve an Immortal King-level existence was an honor. Those people had praised the power of the Immortal Kings to the heavens, yet the man in front of Samara was even better than all the "boastful stories" she had heard about those Immortal Kings.
No, he was far superior to them by at least three times!
