The Supreme God-King

Qin Feng said nothing. He raised a hand and swept it through the air, and an image like a water mirror surfaced.

In the image was a vast, surging azure sea, its waves like mountains.

A young man nine feet tall, with eight wings at his back, wearing azure divine armor and holding a massive trident, stood atop a wave crest and threw his head back in a long howl.

His beard and hair bristled with fury, and dense auras of ocean and storm coiled around him. One glance was enough to tell he was no easy mark.

"Sea God, Tang Wei."

Qin Feng introduced him.

"He comes from a low-mystic, martial-leaning world. You could count him as one of that world's top combat powers, and he controls part of the ocean's authority. His personality is rather double-standard."

"Why does this guy look so familiar?" Tang Sanzang complained. "Can he do it?"

"You'll know once he gets here." Qin Feng kept him in suspense. "As for the price, considering your deep merit, I'll give him a friendly rate. This number."

He quoted another figure, much lower than before, but still enough to make Tang Sanzang's flesh ache.

Tang Sanzang struggled inwardly.

It was still a little expensive.

But compared with that astronomical number earlier, it seemed acceptable?

Besides, this Tang Wei looked fierce and mighty, carrying a trident. One glance and you could tell he was the type who could fight!

Keeping him by his side would multiply his sense of security!

"Fine! Him, then! Hire him for a month first and let me try him out."

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth seemed to hook up in the faintest arc, and he nodded. "Thirty percent deposit. Pay the balance after the job is done. The man will arrive immediately."