บท 999: 999. Slaves

Of the four rank 5 cultivators who had watched Noah's battle, one of them was in the solid stage, two were in the liquid, while the last was in the gaseous.

Noah's words surprised them, especially since he didn't show the slightest amount of respect for their power. It was as if he had already decided that he was their superior.

One of the liquid stage experts, a middle-aged woman with short black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, stepped forward while giving voice to a reply. "And who would you be? I never thought tribes would have the time to experiment with clothes."

Noah's robe came from the Hive, and it was quite luxurious for its kind. It was black with an icy-blue octopus draped on its back. On the other hand, the secret world's inhabitants had shabby and torn clothes, which had endured the passage of time.

"I come from the surface," Noah said while pointing at the black sky. "I am the most talented cultivator in history."