"Why, Wu Taidou, you shameless bastard! You won't even spare your sworn brothers—you're truly vicious and ruthless."
Sensing the heaven-shaking killing intent filling the void, the Flame Serpent King immediately realized that the lives of the Emerald Lord and the other Demon Kings could no longer be used to threaten Xia Ping. Everything they had done had been in vain.
At once, the faces of every Demon King turned ugly to the extreme.
"Damn you, Wu Taidou! You think killing me, Feng Tianji, will be so easy? Storm City has stood in the Demon World for so long—though the ship may be rotten, it still has three nails in it. We are not to be trifled with!"
At that moment, Feng Tianji flew into a rage and finally made up his mind. He immediately took out a fist-sized bead, emerald green in color. Within it seemed to lie mysterious and intricate wind-element runes, unfathomably profound.
"This is Storm City's supreme treasure, the Wind Jade Orb!"
The Flame Serpent King's eyes lit up as it recognized the magic treasure at once.
"That's right. This is the supreme treasure, the Wind Jade Orb, bestowed upon our Wind Demon Clan by the ancestor of Storm City!"
Feng Tianji's mouth twitched, his heart aching terribly.
This was a single-use magic treasure bestowed by the Demon Saint standing behind Storm City—the ancestor of their Wind Demon Clan. Its power was immensely formidable and contained Saint-level might.
It was a treasure their ancestor had granted to protect the chiefs of the Wind Demon Clan. Each chief could possess only three in their lifetime; once used up, they were gone forever, each one worth a fortune.
Yet Feng Tianji had already used two in the many dangers he had encountered before. This was his last one. Once