The Disappearing Wutan City

Two days later.

Before the Ancient Emperor Cave Mansion.

"What did you say? You want to resurrect another group of powerful experts, and this time there are eight of them? What do you take me for, a mobile blood bank?!"

Zhu Kun looked at Xiao Yan expressionlessly.

His vast aura locked onto Xiao Yan like an impending mountain storm. Trembling in fright, Xiao Yan silently swallowed and cautiously said, "His Majesty—ah, no, Uncle. This time, I don't need your Essence Blood. I want to borrow eight Saint Remains."

Whoosh!

That terrifying killing intent, as imposing as heavenly wrath, immediately vanished without a trace.

"Hey! You should've said so earlier. Get up already. Why are you kneeling on the ground? It's so cold down there."

Zhu Kun, whose face had been frosty just moments ago, immediately broke into a broad smile.

"Ahem, I was mainly tired from all the traveling, so I knelt down to rest for a while."

Xiao Yan calmly dusted off his robes and rose to his feet.

"Mm, since you're borrowing them, you'll return them to me later, right?"

Zhu Kun looked at Xiao Yan with a smile.

"Uh... if there's a chance, I'll definitely return them."

Xiao Yan began lying through his teeth.

"Tch, you really are shameless, kid. I can't believe you. Here, I collected the remains of twenty-seven opponents back then. Later, Yao Chen and Tian Huo used two of them, so there are twenty-five left now."

"Choose for yourself. It would be fine even if you took them all; they're dead anyway, and keeping them serves no purpose. Using them to resurrect your Xiao Tribe's powerful ancestors would at least put them to good use."

Zhu Kun snorted.

With a sweep of his hand, twenty-five ice coffins appeared in the square.

"Hehe, I