Black light flashed, and Ou Sheng instantly returned to human form. He looked at Yang Feng with a complicated expression and sighed softly. "I lost!"
Ou Sheng asked with a complicated look, "Yang Feng, how much of your strength did you actually use when fighting me?"
Yang Feng said, "Seventy percent."
In truth, after condensing his Undying Body, Yang Feng had used only fifty percent of his strength against Ou Sheng. But he was no fool, so naturally he had to give Ou Sheng some face.
Ou Sheng shook his head with a complicated expression, then smiled lightly. "Seventy percent? Then that means you only used forty or fifty percent of your strength against me. What a terrifying fellow! Come, let's have a drink!"
Yang Feng readily agreed. "All right!"
Ou Sheng, Wei Yang, Luo Yun, and the other peerless geniuses of the Taboo Dynasty all had hopes of advancing to Saint Spirit Warlocks in the future, becoming powerful beings akin to a race's Guardian God. The more friends like that, the better.
One had to know that even Warlock Emperor-level powerhouses, Invincible Under the Heavens and suppressing countless planes, would not disregard any Saint Spirit Warlock.
Inside Immortal Spring Pavilion, the finest hotel at the Taboo Dynasty headquarters.
Ou Sheng, Wei Yang, Luo Yun, and the Warlock Kings who had been around the Reflection Wall gathered together, drinking fine wine and discussing the customs of various planes and the bottlenecks they had encountered in cultivation.
Every Warlock King of the Taboo Dynasty who had been around the Reflection Wall controlled at least thirty or more planes and possessed immense resources. Their broad knowledge greatly opened Yang Feng's eyes.
After three rounds of wine.
Ou Sheng asked, "Yang Feng, now that you have condensed your Undying Body, what are your