The Golden Finger's ability to keep pace with the times left Su Changsheng deeply satisfied.
Beneath the Heaven and Earth Furnace, nothing in the world could not be melted. Of course, the most nourishing were the countless living beings of this world, especially Great Yao, Yao Kings, and even Great Yao Kings.
How could the essences refined from them be described in a few words?
Their many wondrous uses still needed further exploration.
Leaving those aside, the scene shifted back.
At that moment, Manman and Fatty Huang were returning from Kunxu Yao Market.
"Shameless, let me interview you for a second. I still can't quite figure it out. How did my boss become a Yao King? I'm still a little baffled. This powerful backer came out of nowhere!"
Manman spoke with a serious expression.
"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?"
"I'm fucking wondering myself! We were clearly all veteran Ninth-Level Demon Race members. Who could have imagined he would dare fight a Great Yao alone? Fighting one alone was one thing, but he actually killed it. Killing it was one thing, but he actually killed a second one too. Killing the second one was one thing, but he actually... actually..."
Fatty Huang repeated "actually" twice, but still could not get the rest out. All he could say was, "Don't fucking ask me. I seriously suspect Da Qing is Heaven's bastard son!"
"Becoming a Yao King on the spot-could it get any more ridiculous?"
He was still utterly bewildered, especially after watching Su Changsheng slaughter Great Yao, sweep aside the Yao Kings of the Four Great Yao Caves, and battle the Shadow Lord's projection alone. Those scenes had dealt far too great a shock to his mind.
His feelings at that moment were almost impossible to