The devilish young man shook his head contemptuously and sighed as he looked at the tiny human who was charging toward him silently.
"Mother likes you very much. Hand over all of your divine artifacts, and I can spare your life."
The deep Dragon language penetrated the space and clearly entered his ears. However, Li Rui did not seem to hear these words. The aura of his body became more condensed and he could vaguely feel an obscure power brewing in his body.
Sensing the faint threat, the young man's face darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!"
He gently raised his palm, and the hazy seven-colored divine light rotated and compressed in his palm. He aimed at the Golden-red figure that was pouncing at him from a distance, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a ferocious smile.
