The Advancing Golden Dragon King

A question arose in Dai Mubai's mind.

He hadn't even explained the situation clearly yet, so how did Feng Yan know about the Golden Dragon King?

Feng Yan gave an awkward cough; he had been too eager to get rid of Ning Rongrong just now, which made his tongue run faster than his brain.

But overall, it was still not a major issue.

"Naturally, Oscar just explained the situation to me."

Feng Yan decisively shifted the blame onto Oscar. "Isn't that right, Oscar?"

"Huh?"

Oscar's face was full of question marks. When did he ever send a telepathic message to Feng Yan?

Why didn't he remember doing that?

Just then, Ning Rongrong applied pressure. "Little Ao, Brother Feng is asking you a question. Why are you still standing there like a statue!"

Oscar shuddered, instantly grasping the implication. He stood straight and said, "Boss Dai, Brother Feng is right. While you were carrying Gangzi, I split off a strand of divine sense to come here..."

Dai Mubai frowned. Since when was Oscar so formidable that he could transmit messages without him, the God of War, noticing?

Although he was even more suspicious, Dai Mubai didn't dwell on it too much.

After all, he had lost half of his divine soul and was already incredibly weak; it wasn't impossible that Oscar's cultivation had improved.

Thinking it over, it seemed quite reasonable.

Having figured it all out, Dai Mubai asked, "What do you mean I only have a glimmer of hope if I release the Golden Dragon King? Please, Lord God of Fire, enlighten me."

"Sigh... it's just that I, the Fire Buddha, love to save those in distress more than anything else in my life."

Feng Yan sighed and said, "You are currently in a dead-end situation. Even if the Golden