A peak confrontation quietly began to unfold.
The Red Dragon reincarnated, born under a fateful star.
His brows split into eight-colored lines, and his eyes held double pupils.
Afterward, Feng Xi, who received the news, slapped his thigh and sighed.
"Can this world still get any better?"
"What kind of divine match-up is this?"
"Can't you people, a bunch of immortals, start things like normal people for once?"
Feng Xi muttered under his breath while lamenting the tremendous pressure.
How was he supposed to resolve this?
Chong Hua and Fangxun were both no easy opponents.
Feng Xi already knew Fangxun's true identity.
As for what lay behind Chong Hua, he could guess most of it.
There was no need to doubt the abilities of either man.
But!
When they finally revealed their true faces, whether they would be good or bad for the Human Race... that was impossible to say.
Feng Xi thought it over from every angle, feeling that he ought to make some preparations.
But how?
He could not even explain things to Nuwa, so naturally he could not obtain much support. He could only select people from his own forces to respond and maintain a balance--
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!
When the snipe and clam struggled, the fisherman profited!
But if he wanted to be the oriole or the fisherman, his ability absolutely could not fall short!
Feng Xi felt gloomy inside--where was he supposed to find such outstanding people?
A single Great Emperor Fengdu had already consumed most of his accumulated resources.
The little he had left... truly would not last long.
Against terrifying opponents like the Dragon Ancestor or the Demon Emperor, even the slightest deficiency in courage or judgment would end with someone being sent to their death.