After leaving the secret chamber, the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader glanced at Feng Hong and smiled. "You old rascal really did think this through. Now you've gained a lot more weight in the Ancient Ancestor's eyes."
Feng Hong stroked his long beard and laughed. "Thank you for the praise, Clan Leader. But I have no intention of seizing power. The Clan Leader's branch will always remain the Clan Leader's branch."
"I never said you did. Are you admitting to it without being accused?"
The two looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was clear that both were delighted the Ghost Phoenix Race had obtained the Heaven-Piercing Banner.
"I also have something for Feng Yue. She's an elder of our race and has rendered such a great service, so she deserves a reward. And Feng Yan as well."
"Where are the two of them now?"
"The Blood Fiend Dungeon," Feng Hong replied.
The two vanished from the spot and appeared in the Blood Fiend Dungeon.
"Greetings, Clan Leader." Seeing the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader, Feng Yue and Feng Yan—who had been plotting how to get revenge on Hua Yunfei—immediately cupped their fists.
"Is that the Ghost Phoenix Race's Clan Leader?" Ao Miaomiao, who was crouched in a corner, looked at him, her heart unsettled. She could feel an extremely terrifying pressure emanating from him.
He wasn't a Hegemon Grade powerhouse yet, but he was close to that level. Every gesture of his carried a trace of Hegemon Grade Dao might.
Ao Miaomiao had seen almost every War Emperor Grade powerhouse in the Eleventh Heavenly Vault, but there were very few who could reach the Ghost Phoenix Race Clan Leader's level so effortlessly!
"You two are our heroes. From now on, you can dispense with the formalities. I