Peng Sheng's bone teeth, accompanied by a whistle, stared intently at the prison like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
King Xishan's fox fur, on the other hand, drifted leisurely across the sky, as if he was here not to engage in battle but to watch the show.
However, this fox fur was far from being that simple—the incense of King Xishan was the highest in the arena, and his combat intelligence was unparalleled and ingenious.
In his understanding, this Heavenly God's Fire was not yet at its full blaze, clearly having just awakened, much like the God of Suffering a few days ago.
Such a Heavenly God's Fire, although of extremely high status and bearing the name of a Heavenly God, lacked the true essence of one. If it were to confront directly, how could it withstand the joint efforts of Yun Ziliang, Peng Sheng, the Painter, the Music Master, and others?
