"Your Highness Black Tiger King, you needn't concern yourself with how I obtained this Dragon Saliva Flat Peach. What matters is whether you want it!" Ye Zhen's unhurried voice seemed to drift in from all directions, leaving the Black Tiger King, still hidden within his sleeping chamber, with nowhere to begin searching.
"Insolence!"
No emotion could be heard in the Black Tiger King's voice, but with his furious shout, a huge pitch-black hand suddenly descended from the sky, covering the hazy phantom Ye Zhen had conjured.
The instant that pitch-black hand came down, everything within a radius of a thousand meters—whether air or Worldly Essence—came to a standstill.
From Ye Zhen's distant perception, even time itself seemed to have frozen.
Everything within that thousand-meter radius was imprisoned by that single hand in that instant.
Clearly, the Black Tiger King intended to use a secret art to capture this intruding hazy phantom.
Yet the moment the pitch-black hand touched the hazy phantom formed by Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Ah Chou with mirage mist, it dispersed like a bubble in an instant.
Everything returned to nothingness.
Even though the Black Tiger King's secret art had imprisoned everything, all that remained was a wisp of mirage mist and faint, untraceable Soul Power.
Inside the sleeping chamber, the Black Tiger King, lying there in tiger form, wore an ugly expression. A cold snort tinged with irritation came from his nostrils.
The next instant, the Black Tiger King, who had been reclining in his chamber, abruptly rose to his feet and took a step forward. Layer upon layer of invisible black ripples spread in all directions.
In an instant, everything within the Tiger King Palace, from the heights of the sky to ten thousand meters underground, fell under the Black Tiger King's control.
Yet this