"This fellow..." Watching Xiao Yan quietly suspended in midair before her and the boundless majesty emitted by the golden scroll, Xiao Zhuoma could not help but mutter.
"Why does this golden scroll have a trace of the Holy King's aura..."
"And this fellow can actually devour and contain several Holy Flames within his body at the same time; could he..." A moment later, Xiao Zhuoma's beautiful eyes slowly rolled as she asked in confusion.
The Holy King was one of the strongest existences in the Great Thousand World.
Although Xiao Zhuoma was a Holy Flame Spirit, her age of existence was quite young, and she only knew from the Undying Fire that this so-called Holy King, though she did not know what he had experienced, seemed to have gained the trust and allegiance of all thirty-six Holy Flames, willingly allowing themselves to be devoured by him in order to establish the true Saint Clan and help the Holy King step into that truly supreme realm.
Dou Shen.
Yet for some reason, he had refused them. Even so, the Holy King's strength and state of mind had earned the admiration of all the Holy Flames, and as for the reasons behind this, they were probably unknown to anyone now.
As for the Holy King, he had dominated the world by relying on his special power to simultaneously devour several Holy Flames. Today, Xiao Yan vaguely carried the aura of the Holy King on his body, which was why Xiao Zhuoma experienced such unusual fluctuations.
I hope I'm just overthinking it. Watching Xiao Yan's continuously climbing strength, Xiao Zhuoma shook her head helplessly.
What kind of figure was the Holy King? How could he have too much involvement with Xiao Yan?
"..." As Xiao Zhuoma quieted down, Xiao Yan's expression also gradually