Call Me Big Brother

Within the Human Hall's small world.

Yang Chen suddenly awoke from his cultivation, his brows twitching slightly as he looked toward a certain stretch of space.

"Someone else has come?"

"Are they ever going to stop bothering me?!"

Yang Chen frowned tightly. He had finally decided to cultivate for a while, yet not even a week had passed before someone came to disturb him again.

If he didn't show some force, did they really take him for Hello Kitty?

Fury covered Yang Chen's face. With a wave of his hand, a screen of light appeared before him, and the Northern Suppressing King's figure entered his sight.

Flames soared into the heavens, completely filling the surrounding space. Other than the few centimeters around the Northern Suppressing King, everywhere else was fire—nothing but fire!

Moreover, the energy within those flames seemed capable of Devouring the void itself. In particular, the flame dragon possessed power comparable to an expert at the eighth turn of the Gods and Devils Realm.

The Northern Suppressing King launched attack after attack, yet he failed to harm the dragon in the slightest.

And even when he managed to inflict the tiniest bit of damage upon it, the surrounding flames would immediately converge upon the dragon and forcibly mend its wounds.

But the Northern Suppressing King did not receive such treatment.

Within the endless purgatory, the power of Dharma Forms was exceedingly thin. Recovering one's strength there was extraordinarily difficult.

Not even an eighth-turn Gods and Devils Realm expert was an exception.

As time passed, the Northern Suppressing King's losses became truly miserable.

Their strength had originally been on par, but the flame dragon had abundant energy to replenish itself. By comparison, the Northern Suppressing King had clearly fallen into a disadvantageous position.

The Northern Suppressing King's expression was