But he himself had once declared that he would accept challenges from any of his peers. If he died in defeat, the Treasure Pagoda forged from immortal material would belong to whoever defeated him.
Under these circumstances, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, arrogant to the extreme and seething with pent-up fury after being imprisoned inside the Lihuo Divine Furnace, naturally sought out Lu Chen.
Many prodigies of the Eastern Wasteland coveted Lu Chen's Immortal Gold Pagoda, but the defeat of Ji Haoyue, who possessed a divine body, had robbed them of any confidence in certain victory. No one else had taken the initiative to challenge him.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, however, was far more confident. His conceit was extreme, his arrogance soaring to the heavens.
"Lu Chen!" He strode forward, divine radiance flowing over his burly frame, his presence as oppressive as a mountain. His eyes brimmed with wildness and cruelty as he said, "Someone like you thinks he deserves immortal gold? Offer it up as the vessel for my future attainment of the Dao, and I may spare your life."
"Arrogant fool. After being imprisoned for so long, you still don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!" Lu Chen's expression remained calm, but his gaze turned cold.
"Hmph! If that brat weren't protected by the Divine King, I would kill him right now." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was utterly overbearing, his golden pupils brimming with chilling murderous intent. "I can't get the Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi yet, so today I'll take the Immortal Gold Pagoda first!"
"I hope you have enough strength to match that arrogance!" Lu Chen laughed aloud in scorn.
"I'll drain your very last drop of blood. Then you can see whether I have the strength." The