Hei Bama and his companions arrived before Wu Tian, their expressions complex. As powerful figures, they now seemed diminished in the presence of this junior, as if they were a generation his junior. The feeling was unpleasant, but they had to endure it.
At the thought of Wu Tian's might, they were completely at a loss. However, a saying crossed their minds: the outcome of a game isn't always decided on the board, but off it. But such matters could not be attempted lightly. A dragon has scales that grow in reverse; touch them, and you die. Who would dare harm those close to Wu Tian unless it was absolutely necessary? That would mean a battle to the death, and they could very well suffer the same fate as Fusang.
In Wu Tian's presence, their imposing auras were completely extinguished. Now, Wu Tian was the Martial God. Before the Martial God, one had no choice but to bow their head.
