"Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears!" Qin Fen added cheerfully, directly using the one-way video-peeping Mysterious Light Technique. Big Chef was not short on money now! The moment he opened the video, Qin Fen nearly sprayed out a mouthful of tea.
The pitch-black seafloor was not as dark as imagined. At that moment, it was brightly lit, with all kinds of spells and magical treasures illuminating the depths. Qin Fen took one look and thought, Damn, every color imaginable. Strands of multicolored light shone across the seafloor like lasers, as cool as stage lighting. But that was not the key point. The key point was that Xing Tian had not attacked after appearing.
He stood off to one side with his arms folded, surrounded by people.
When Xing Tian advanced, they retreated. When Xing Tian retreated, they advanced. It was like they were doing the cha-cha, and it looked utterly bizarre.
There was no helping it—they could not beat him. Yellow Emperor's side had plenty of capable people, but few real powerhouses. Xing Tian was a Quasi-Saint. Even if he was at the bottom among Quasi-Saints, about on Monkey's level, he was not someone just anyone could handle. Yellow Emperor himself was only a Quasi-Saint!
Something about this scene felt off. Xing Tian was not anxious in the slightest. He did not leave, simply hanging around—not for fun, but to use this as leverage while waiting for Yellow Emperor. Xing Tian might have fallen into the Asura Path, but he had not fallen into the Idiot Path. Losing his head did not mean he had no brains!
So he looked around with a mocking expression. Yet that smile made Qin Fen twitch. Right, this guy had no head. His nipples were his eyes, his navel was his mouth,