"He is dead, how many times must I repeat myself?"
The silver-faced man flipped over, turning his back on the golden flame figure, his tone full of impatience.
The golden flame figure was so furious that his chest heaved tumultuously, and the pillars of blazing flame around him shook the Immortal Emperor Peak, causing chunks of stone to slide down.
His aura alarmed the Immortal Scorching Ridge, causing roars and ghastly wails to resound intermittently.
No matter how enraged the golden flame figure was, the silver-faced man remained indifferent, even scratching his buttocks at one point.
"Won't you at least give me an explanation?"
The golden flame figure suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.
"Life and death are ruled by fate, why should I explain? Immortal Emperor Peak has always been a place of opportunity. You continually placed your child here, hoping it would absorb the fortunes of those who came after. This time it backfired, and whom can you blame?"
