Blatant threat.
Xia Feng looked up at the rising sun in the east, so bright it dazzled the eyes.
This damn place is really hot.
But it's only around seventy degrees. A First Rank Spirit Master can manage it, posing no threat to the Venerable.
However, as time passes, the temperature continues to rise.
Before long, it reaches eighty degrees Celsius.
Xia Feng steps on the steamy sand dunes, walking slowly forward, as the austere and indifferent voice continues:
"Black King, the two of us working together can end the game within two rounds."
"I only need the Sumeru Throne, as for the treasures in the Sumeru Realm, they can all be yours, how about that?"
It's indeed a good proposal for cooperation. Xia Feng's main target is actually the Ash Sun Divine Domain, as for the Sumeru Throne, he'll just do it at his discretion.
But he still couldn't be bothered to deal with this mysterious person, lost in thought.
