The bait arrived once more...
Feng smiled and said, "Respected guest, you still have a soul!"
For a moment, Cold War Emperor sank deep into contemplation!
"Just think about it. Your life was picked up from the dead anyway—what more could you possibly need? A soul? If I hadn't come, where would you even find a soul? To exact your revenge, you can do anything. Have you forgotten your own words?"
Feng coaxed and persuaded Cold War Emperor step by step. Stirring the latter's dormant grit, he immediately bartered away his soul for a value of one hundred and thirty thousand points—more than enough for him to purchase quite a bit of equipment.
Ling Yun furrowed his brows, sensing a trace of spatial ripple in the area, yet failing to detect anything concrete. He had no choice but to let the matter drop.
Yet the moment he turned to leave, a bizarre aura suddenly materialized out of thin air. The one who appeared was none other than Cold War Emperor!
"This is getting interesting." A cold sneer played at the corners of Ling Yun's mouth as he instantly perceived Cold War Emperor's extraordinary state. To be honest, he was genuinely shocked that the latter was still alive!
And now he was even more astonished, for Cold War Emperor's strength was completely free of the Heavenly Dao's suppression, pushing right up to the threshold of a demigod. This was something he had not anticipated.
"King of Hell, I will make sure you die a horrible death! Even if I cannot kill you, I will extract a bit of interest!"
Cold War Emperor had already made up his mind. Win or lose this battle, his life would end here. King of Hell still had quite a few family members, especially those few