Mon Yin crossed his arms, standing in front of the massive tree demon, his voice laced with sarcasm, "See that? This is what happens when a petty person gains power. Fortunately, that so called Flame Emperor was just a mere Spirit Sovereign. If he had broken through to Spirit Emperor, his descendants might have disregarded all the strong individuals on the continent."
"Without the Flame Emperor backing him, he's nothing."
"So what if he has backing? He's just a fallen Spirit Sovereign, and most of Snow Storm City knows about this. Heh, if I ever reach the Spirit King level, I'd make sure to kill him first. It would be a great opportunity to make a name for myself."
"That's a good idea. Count me in."
As the laughter from ahead reached Blaze Regret's ears, his expression gradually turned grim, and a fierce murderous intent swirled rapidly in his heart. These people were courting death.
