"It's impossible! You were only a Core Formation-stage cultivator back then. How could you have advanced to a great cultivator in such a short time?!"
Feng Xi stared at Luo Hong with a face full of disbelief, terrified deep down.
After all, he believed he had formed an irreconcilable enmity with Luo Hong. Now that Luo Hong's cultivation was so much higher than his, how could he ever sleep soundly again?
"What? Brother Feng knows this man?"
The Golden Flood Dragon King, in the form of a golden-robed man, asked calmly.
"This man was one of the two Human Race Cultivators who murdered your grandson and stole his treasures while Feng was refining treasures back then!
For some reason, though, in less than two hundred years, he went all the way from the Late Core Formation Stage to become a Late-stage Great Cultivator!"
With the Golden Flood Dragon King beside him, Feng Xi could barely remain calm as he gnashed his teeth.
"I see."
After replying without any change in expression, the Golden Flood Dragon King focused on Luo Hong and said,
"Fellow Daoist, I must say that you hold grudges quite deeply. You even dared provoke the demon race of the Outer Sea just to lure Brother Feng out. Could it be that you think breaking through to the Nascent Soul Late-stage makes you invincible?"
"Hehe, being too clever is a grave taboo.
Golden Flood Dragon King, Luo did not come here for anyone else. I came specifically for you!"
Luo Hong slowly shook his head. Although the Golden Flood Dragon King had completely misunderstood his intentions, Luo Hong was not surprised.
After all, his strength had already surpassed the Golden Flood Dragon King's understanding. What he did was beyond their comprehension, so any forced speculation was bound to