Amidst a series of roars, Zheng Dasheng grabbed Sanmao and snatched away its Flame Encyclopedia. "What the hell is this thing? Where's the Celestial Fire Cauldron!"
Sanmao struggled desperately, even spitting fire, but the flames were instantly suppressed and extinguished by immense Elemental Power.
Zheng Dasheng was no Yu Zimo on the verge of death; he was a true fighter.
WHAP...
A vicious blow landed on Sanmao's head, hard enough to nearly snap its neck. "You little bastard! The Life Artifact isn't on you? That means you're useless!"
Sanmao glared in fury, its three tufts of flame bristling. If it could breathe fire, it wouldn't have minded roasting Zheng Dasheng to a crisp like a suckling pig.
Just as Zheng Dasheng was about to finish off Sanmao and go after Wang Meng, he suddenly froze. Gazing into the distance, a smile spread across his face. "Tsk, tsk. Who would've thought? An idiot like this actually exists in the world. Your master actually came back for you. Haha."
