Feng Qi's aura steadily rose.
Under the Mist Lord's blood and vitality perception, Feng Qi was like a fiercely burning flame of blood and vitality, radiating blinding light.
Unlike Mu Qing's restrained blood and vitality, Feng Qi, with his Blood Source Form activated, released his blood and vitality outward, domineeringly forcing away the surrounding gray mist energy.
"Old Mi, I know your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Can we talk now?"
Feng Qi did not truly want to beat up Old Mi, but if he did not display his strength, Old Mi clearly would not compromise with him.
As his words fell, he suddenly clenched his fist.
A plume of blood and vitality smoke rose from above his head, forming a swirling Blood Cloud in the sky as a terrifying pressure swept toward the Mist Lord.
"Can we talk now?"
Feeling the blood and vitality fluctuations as dazzling as the sun, the mist face looked extremely grim.
"You're threatening me?!"
"You could say that."
At that moment, the Sea of Gray Mist churned violently. The scarlet eyes within the gray mist face suddenly lit up, and the mist giant form slowly took shape.
Facing the Mist Lord, who had assumed a combat stance, Feng Qi remained unmoved.
How could he not understand Old Mi?
Other than the time he had died fighting for him, Old Mi had always prioritized caution.
He had already displayed all his strength. Through his blood and vitality perception, Old Mi clearly knew he was no match for him.
So why would Old Mi fight him head-on when he knew he would lose?
That would be very unlike Old Mi.
Thinking this, Feng Qi raised his head to look at the mist giant. A smile appeared on his face, and he remained completely unfazed.
"Fine... you