The remaining two Kings of the Dark Forest also spoke up.
"Shut up!"
"Whoever kills him gets the opportunity. Keep your eyes locked on those four lowly races."
Mo Zha, clad head to toe in icy armor, spoke coldly. The other two Kings of the Dark Forest could only fall silent.
"I'm curious—why aren't you joining forces?"
"With only you, it'll be hard to find an opportunity."
Lin Xuan's voice rang out, leaving all Seven Kings slightly stunned.
"What are you talking about?"
"When have the Dark Forest and the Fourteen Provinces ever joined hands?"
"No... where did you get the confidence to think you need all Seven Kings to unite against you? Who do you think you are?"
"Have the lowly races of later generations become this arrogant already?"
Mo Zha spoke one sentence after another, his eyes filled with deep disdain.
"I overlooked that. As mortal enemies, there truly is no possibility of the two sides joining forces."
"So be it. At most, it'll just take a little more time."
Lin Xuan nodded lightly, carrying himself with extraordinary hauteur as he ignored Mo Zha's words.
"Roar..."
Mo Zha had a fiery temper. He immediately let out an angry roar, then turned into a streak of cold light and shot toward Lin Xuan.
He did not assume his true form. Instead, he controlled his humanoid body, icy armor covering him while frigid dragon breath circulated around him.
Before his body arrived, the frigid dragon breath had already surged toward Lin Xuan.
At that moment, the power of utmost yin was driven to its limits. It seeped through every crack and crevice, as though intending to freeze Lin Xuan's mind and will.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan, in the state of Divine Descent of the Nine Heavens, directly ignored the abnormal effect.