With a squeeze of Zhao Quan's hand, the crystal dissolved into waves of azure light and vanished.
Zhao Quan said, "That's right, your True Void God Race does indeed have one more True Void Divine Fruit. Bring it to me, and I will naturally suppress Yang Feng for you."
True Void Lightning Great Saint frowned slightly. "Zhao Quan, that is against the rules. After you suppress and kill Yang Feng, I will give you the True Void Divine Fruit."
Zhao Quan sneered. "Then go suppress and kill Yang Feng yourself. Don't come bother me."
"This is the True Void Divine Fruit!"
True Void Lightning Great Saint frowned slightly and directly handed a jade box to Zhao Quan.
When Zhao Quan opened the jade box, a True Void Divine Fruit the size of a fist lay within. It radiated brilliant splendor, its entire surface inscribed with profound spell marks, shrouded in swirling purple haze, concealing its true form from mortal eyes.
Zhao Quan said flatly, "Send him a message for me. Fifteen days from now, at the Void Cloud Saint Battlefield, I will fight Yang Feng!!"
True Void Lightning Great Saint said, "Fine!!"
Inside a luxurious palace, Yang Feng lounged lazily atop a soft grand couch, his head resting on Odessa Nina's long, beautiful legs.
"My lord, I am Black Mist Saint. This is an invitation that Little Thunder Emperor ordered me to deliver to you, inviting you to battle at the Void Cloud Saint Battlefield fifteen days from now."
A Saint shrouded from head to toe in layer upon layer of black mist held a golden invitation in both hands and spoke respectfully.
"Is he sick? What is he supposed to be? Why should I go fight at the Void Cloud Saint Battlefield fifteen days from now just because he