The Sacred Monkey chuckled. "It seems our negotiations are about to collapse."
Even though the Sacred Monkey's tone held no killing intent, Qin Feiyang tensed and hastily entered the ancient castle without hesitation.
BOOM!
However, the Sacred Monkey seemed to have anticipated his move. A wave of terrifying pressure emerged, instantly trapping Qin Feiyang.
"I was told by the Monkey King that you managed to break free from a War Ancestor's restraint, proving you're capable," the Sacred Monkey said.
"Let us make a bet."
"If you can break free from my pressure, I'll let you live."
"And I will also let you borrow the flame as you wish."
The Sacred Monkey spoke indifferently, its gaze contemptuous.
Qin Feiyang's expression was grim.
The pressure of a War Saint was terrifying. He couldn't even blink, let alone attempt to break free.
