She still didn't know her true strength now, nor did she know the speed of her cultivation evolution.
Heavenly King, is just the lowest threshold for standing in front of me and taking a punch.
And you have to pay for it with your life.
Ji Xinghuo didn't want to dampen Zhao Manying's confidence, and continued to comfort her: "Star-falling Species are actually no longer particularly precious to me, Manying, just take them. Feel free and fuse them."
"You're not even curious about Star-falling Species?" Zhao Manying's face was bewildered.
"Curious."
"But not that curious."
Ji Xinghuo ambiguously replied, "You don't know what kind these Alien Species are, they come in systems. Some I already possess, some are useless to me. You can fuse them without becoming a Heavenly King and easily defeat one, personally kill Shi Hongyi for Uncle Zhao's revenge."
"Alright, I'll follow your arrangements." Hearing the latter part, Zhao Manying hesitated no more.
