Treasure in the Immortal Ring

Wang Xian shrugged and spread his hands. "That's all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spat out an endless cloud of black mist.

In everyone's eyes, the youth before them really did look like a demon king. No—he was even more terrifying than the Gods and Devils had been.

The black mist Wang Xian spat out was like demonic energy so dense it could barely move. Even the woman before him couldn't help furrowing her brows.

Who could have guessed that this dense black mist would gradually turn into a chaotic mass and spread from before him toward the Divine River?

Under everyone's watchful gaze, the cloud of black mist merged with the fog above the Divine River.

Only then did everyone finally understand.

What was this? Some demon king crossing a tribulation of the flesh?

The youth before them had merely borrowed a cloud of mist from the Divine River, only to be forced to return it after the Divine Continent's immortal maiden rebuked him.

The moment the cloud of black mist returned to the Divine River, the countless purple bolts of lightning in the depths of the starry river quietly vanished as well.

As the woman watched in silence, Wang Xian's body, half god and half devil, gradually shrank, finally returning to its former shape.

"To be honest, Senior, he knows full well that those divine bolts can't kill me. He just likes making trouble!"

Wang Xian said helplessly, "And don't try to scare me with the King of Hell. I drank who knows how much Weak Water and Nether River water right in front of him! Drinking the water here now doesn't even taste like anything!"

His words left everyone completely stunned!

This was too terrifying, too insane!

Good sir, you've already