Xia Feng couldn't be bothered by the reluctance and slight resentment in his words, just smiled and said nothing.
Then he lowered his eyes and glanced at the two people kneeling on the ground: "Scram."
With that, he conjured his Spirit Light Flying Boat from his palm and sailed toward the White Tiger Empire.
Leaving the weakened Death Emperor and Demon Emperor there, faces twisted with ferocity.
Especially the Demon Emperor, whose Demonic Qi seemed about to engulf everything around.
Before leaving, he took a long, hard look at the center of Death Canyon where the demon self-destructed, eyes dark and almost dripping.
If Xia Feng hadn't forced them to abandon their cultivation, he could've absorbed the Great Dao Energy left by the demon's self-destruction.
Perhaps he might even break through to become a Demigod.
Damn Xia Feng, such a large explosion didn't harm him in the slightest, what damn luck.
