The crowd instantly recited the name of this aura.

Realm of Darkness, Dark Divine Son!

From that mass of dark aura, there emerged a somber voice.

"Uriah, Neotos, don’t think you can deceive us with your act."

"The Grandmaster’s slot, you had better give up on taking it!"

At the same time, more powerful auras burst forth.

These strong figures moved in unison towards the same location.

However, listening to their conversation, Han Xing was filled with curiosity.

What is this single opportunity?

Who is this Grandmaster Balrog?

Damn it, can’t you guys finish your talk?

He urgently wished to catch all these so-called Divine Sons and Daughters and interrogate them.

What exactly is going on?

And at this moment.

Han Xing suddenly sensed a familiar aura.

In the sky, a green figure shot up to the heavens.

Its overwhelming life force caused the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees to grow wildly.

It was one of the three Tree Spirit Legends who had previously aided the Witch Race.

Han Xing had met him once.

The Elf Goddess, Elinora, in the sky also seemed to notice that aura.

She lowered her phoenix eyes and softly said, "Divine Son Wan Liu of the Tree Spirit Race, would you be willing to come to me, and let us proceed together to Grandmaster Balrog’s forge?"

Hearing this.

The eyes of strong figures from various races on the town streets below showed surprise.

Divine Son Wan Liu?

Who is it?

To be personally invited by the Elf Goddess!

How blissful is that?

Everyone was frantically searching for the lucky one favored by the goddess.

At this moment.

The tree spirit with thousands of branches who heard the invitation suddenly brightened his eyes.

He hastily transformed into a human form.

Turning into a graceful and charming young man.

"Divine Lady Elinora, thank you for your invitation."

"I would be delighted to accompany you."

After speaking, the tree spirit performed a standard gentleman’s bow and then slowly walked towards the Elf Goddess’s wooden ship.

Below, countless gazes focused on the tree spirit.

Filled with envy.

Wishing they could switch places with that tree spirit!

And just as the tree spirit was about to accept the invitation and go to Elinora.

He suddenly felt a transmission in his mind.

He instinctively froze in place.

Then his gaze searched the crowd.

And then he saw Han Xing and others among the crowd.

Especially when he saw Han Xing’s face, the shock in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.

"Witch Race... Saint Master?"

"How did they come here?"

At this moment, hesitation appeared on the tree spirit’s face.

On one hand, is the goddess’s earnest invitation.

On the other, this mysterious human.

After a moment.

This Tree Spirit Legend cupped his hands towards the Elf Saintess in the sky and said, "Sorry, Lady Elinora, some friends are looking for me."

"Perhaps another time, I will accompany you."

After saying that, he flew directly downwards.

However, his words made everyone glance at him with astonished eyes.

After all, it was an invitation from the goddess!

How could anyone refuse willingly?

The admirers of the saintess were even biting their teeth in frustration.

Even Elinora in the sky was quite surprised.

Because she had long heard of the Tree Spirit Race’s Divine Son’s admiration for her.

In her mind, she was certain the Tree Spirit Race’s Divine Son would not refuse.

She stared at Wan Liu’s back, seemingly wanting to know.

Who are the friends he mentioned?

Who can make him refuse her invitation?

However, when she saw Wan Liu flying towards.

A group of human beings, a trace of amazement appeared on her face.

"Human Race..."

The eyes of others also turned towards Han Xing and others.

These humans, even though they concealed their aura, it was apparent they had legendary-level strength.

Five legendary figures, indeed not common.

But they were not particularly stunning.

Han Xing and his group, all at level 55, only exuded a middle-tier legendary aura.

Compared to the Bright Divine Son, Little Giant Spirit King, and those top-tier legends, they were inferior by an unknown margin.

Moreover.

A few days ago, the news of Han Xing instigating a divine war only spread within those top-tier circles in the Holy Spirit Realm.

Not to mention these Divine Sons and Daughters.

Even their clan leaders weren’t qualified to know such matters.

Thus, Han Xing and his group weren’t recognized.

Seemingly aware that their actions were drawing attention.

Han Xing said to the Tree Spirit named Wan Liu, "Let’s go, we can talk somewhere else."

After speaking.

Han Xing and Wan Liu of the Tree Spirit Race left the place.

And on this central city’s street.

Without any excitement to watch, everyone gradually dispersed.

Elinora stood at the ship’s bow, watching the back of Han Xing and his group, and she too departed from that place.

...

In a secluded place.

The humanoid tree spirit asked in surprise, "Saint Master Han Xing, how did you come here?"

Han Xing said directly, "I came to have some matters with the Dwarf King."

Upon hearing this, Wan Liu was momentarily stunned.

Although Han Xing was now a leader of a race.

In his heart, compared to an existence like the Dwarf King, he still lacked qualification.

After all, the Dwarf Race was far more powerful than the Witch Race.

Seemingly noticing Wan Liu’s thoughts.

Han Xing did not offer much explanation.

Instead, he continued, "So, why are you here at the Dwarf Royal Capital as well?"

"Also, what’s the story with the Grandmaster slot those Divine Daughters and Sons talked about?"

Wan Liu was full of doubt, "Uh, Saint Master Han Xing, you don’t know?"

"No crap, if I knew, would I be asking you?" Han Xing gave him an eye roll.

Wan Liu awkwardly rubbed his forehead.

"Here’s the thing, recently, hasn’t the Dwarf Race been holding the Three Kings Meeting?"

Everyone nodded, this matter, they were aware of.

...