"Is it cooperation or becoming fish meat for others to carve? Lord Feng Xu, perhaps you can be more direct."
A trace of undisguisable ferocity rose in Fang Geyu's eyes.
"It seems Miss Fang, you have yet to clearly recognize your own stance..."
Golden Immortal Feng Xu's half-closed eyes, like those of an ancient beast in slumber, slowly opened, his full pressure spreading like a mountain pressing down on a city.
The force made the entire building shake incessantly.
"Miss Fang San and the cultivators in this city are but a piece of fish meat under this seat's palm."
Baili An's toe lightly tapped the ground, calming the violently trembling Wanggui Building.
Though his cultivation was far from that of Golden Immortal Feng Xu, in terms of aura and pressure...
The Venerable Immortal Bone, regardless of which decaying body it resided in, had an innate, absolute suppressing power over the Golden Immortal Bone.
