Kong Huai watched Wind Thunder King approach, his expression grave. He could sense a change in his opponent's power; he himself was surprisingly at a disadvantage.
"Enough idle talk. I'm here to make a trade this time." Despite his superior strength, Wind Thunder King didn't threaten or directly attack Kong Huai. To him, such actions were merely superficial, not addressing the root cause.
If he killed Kong Huai here, the commotion would inevitably alert the other Martial Gods. Then, his plans would become impossible to execute.
He was, after all, just one individual. Killing a Martial God would only allow the Extremists to seize power. They would then eliminate him and crush his Alien Race.
Ever since he obtained the Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill, Martial Gods were no longer his primary concern.
"What do you want to trade?" Kong Huai was surprised that Wind Thunder King would come to him for a trade.
