The Nine Netherworlds God King's words were utterly unceremonious; from every word he spoke, it seemed he simply did not take this so‑called Forbidden Area into his eyes at all. But that old man's heart seethed with unspeakable fury, his killing intent refusing to disperse. Facing the Netherworld God King who guarded the Divine Land, he actually showed not the slightest fear, and almost ground his teeth as he let out a low roar: "Qiu Xin Cliff has always been here. Nine Netherworlds God King, if you have the guts, then just try flattening my Qiu Xin Cliff!"
"Hehe, sooner or later I'll have the chance to experience the arrow arts of the Great Saint Hou Yi. Why the rush?"
The Divine Nether God King laughed lightly, not making a move, yet his words did not fall into the slightest disadvantage.
And at this moment, Fang Xing merely wore a gloomy face, having not spoken a word all along, only that his eyes were deeply filled with raging flames, his ferocity laid bare.
