Yuan Tiansi said with a dark expression, "I never imagined Brother Feng would be a member of the Kong family. May I ask your full name?"
As someone from a reclusive great clan, Yuan Tiansi naturally had little fondness for the Sacred Clans.
Zeng Jian said, "With Brother Feng's level of cultivation, you're only a wisp of heavenly insight away from forming a True Core. Yet I can't imagine why you'd travel thousands of miles to this sea region, only to fall into that bastard Jiao Da's trap. Is what you're after something even the Sacred Clans can't provide?"
By now, Jiao Da had vanished without a trace. Even the slowest among them could tell they'd fallen for his scheme.
Feng Bing was as cold as profound ice and paid no heed to their questions.
"Why don't you all stop chatting and help me look? Do any of these Sumeru Rings or this pile of stuff contain something that can let me speak the demon tongue?"
As Xu Yi spoke, he piled the Sumeru Rings and assorted odds and ends in front of everyone.
His sudden move left them all stunned, unable to find a word to say.
"This guy's a murderous madman!"
"How many people did he have to kill to snatch so many Sumeru Rings? Is he really only at the True Essence Fourth Turn?"
"I shouldn't have let greed get the better of me. First I ran into old ghost Jiao, and now this devil."
"..."
Everyone's thoughts were in turmoil. Even Yuan Tiansi, who had long known Xu Yi's true nature, couldn't help feeling his heart pound.
Xu Yi swept his hand and collected the Sumeru Rings. "I forgot—this isn't a place to linger. Anyone who doesn't want to die here, follow me."
As he spoke,