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My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1822

A wave of hostile aura spread continuously from the surface of the sea. This great power surrounded the entire Immortal Mountain, giving off a terrifying energy.

That was the horrific force of the Severity Tribe, in which they were the best in the world at.

In the ancient myths of Van Xia, the term 'Severity Tribe' represented too much.

The mountain was densely filled with Qi. Henry walked into the mountain and entered the palace. Even though he was in the mountain, Henry could still feel the immense force coming from outside the mountain.

"You're back."

As soon as he entered the palace, the voice of the palace master sounded.

Henry simply nodded silently.

"Those people outside are here for you. They are very strong, you won't be able to take them on yet."

The palace master spoke again.

Henry took a deep breath and asked bluntly, "What do you want?"

Henry's question was not without reason. Tales of the peerless Immortal King of the Human Race had spread far and wide. There were too many who made their way to the Immortal Mountain with hopes of seeking a mentorship with the Immortal King of the Human Race. How would the master of the palace not know about that? He never said or explained anything, and even helped Henry to increase his reputation. This showed that he needed something from Henry. In other words, he needed Henry to cooperate with him.

"It's so much easier communicating with smart people."

The palace master said with a sigh, "I have a way to help you handle that problem out there, but I need you to help me put up an act."

"What act?"

Asked Henry.

"The unmatched power of the Immortal King!"

The palace master said, "You have the title of the peerless Immortal King of the Human Race, but now as you can see, this peerless Immortal King is only capable of suppressing the weak. However, the strong would still dare to provoke you. Hehe, if you really are the peerless Immortal King, you should be able to kill everything with just a single look. Look around, just how many Immortal Kings are there in this world?

I want you to build this image of yourself!"

Henry was silent. He deep in thought. Building such an image was not difficult. As long as his current problem could be solved, building that image of himself was exactly doing the right thing at the right time. However, once he agreed to do that, it would mean that he really couldn't reveal his true identity. He had to keep being the Immortal King, and it was up to the palace master to tell him when he could stop.

To agree, or not to agree, that was the question.

If he did not, deadly enemies would await him outside, and once they found out about his trump cards, they would not hesitate to kill him immediately.

And if he did, then he would really have to cut ties with his friends. He was the peerless Immortal King, unmatched and unrivalled, peerless and proud, not having any acquaintances. That was true loneliness.

However, if Henry was really such a powerful being, how would he end up in the state he was in?

The palace master seemed to be able to read Henry's mind, he did not urge Henry and waited patiently for his answer.

After a while of though, Henry finally spoke again.

Instead of directly answering the palace master's question, he asked, "I just want to know, what is your purpose of me doing that?" "I want to welcome someone back."

The palace master answered Henry straightforwardly, "That person needs an opportunity to return. When he returns, he must be known as an invincible being, and will be respected by the world."

The palace master told Henry his reasons, but it was not clearly understood.

Henry did not push on further about the palace master's reason, he just asked, "How long for that to happen?"

"When you have successfully created an image of your invincibility, that person will return."

The palace master replied, but it was still very vague.

Henry's voice was full of contempt.

"You have existed since the ancient times and have awakened in this life. You might be powerful, but you can't possibly be invincible."

Another expert of the Severity Tribe spoke. Behind him, a vague silhouette of a god appeared, he was also an expert at the Late- stage of the Divine Cloud.

"If we were to attack, the Severity Tribe wouldn't mind killing an immortal being!"

The last expert of the Severity Tribe spoke up. His voice boomed across the skies.

Killing an immortal being! Those words boomed throughout the area and was heard by many practitioners. They did not know where these experts came from, but they actually dared to speak of killing immortals! What did the peerless Immortal King represent?

He represented invincibility in the world! Yet they dared to speak of killing an immortal being, just how confident were they?

Even the most supreme beings of the Divine Race would probably not dare to speak of such actions.

That was a great crime! Three different powerful auras were collectively pressed towards Henry.

Faced with the powerful auras of the three, Henry was like a leaf floating in the vast ocean. No matter how strong the wind and waves were, the tiny leaf was not affected in the slightest.

"Killing an immortal being?"

Henry chuckled. "Well, looks like the world has long forgotten what immortals are with the passing of time. In that case, I shall remind you today."

Henry stretched out a finger and pointed it towards the sky, then he suddenly pointed down towards the sea, and countless bolts of lightning began striking down from the sky without any warning. The area around the Immortal Mountain was bombarded with countless bolts of lightning, it was impossible to tell how many bolts there were. It felt as if the entire world was suddenly the colour of lightning.

"Severity Tribe, if you wish to fight, come back here in seven days!"

Henry's voice boomed through the constant crashed of thunder and lightning. After he finished saying that, the thunder and lightning in the sky suddenly came to a halt.

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