The Golden Crow Fire, fiery red like blood, scorched the head of the Fire Lion King.
Soon, a waft of meat aroma spread out.
Ye Xuan's eyes were cold and fierce, staring intently at the Peacock King not far away.
The Peacock King, with a demeanor of icy aloofness, carried an exceedingly noble stance. Its contemptuous gaze fell upon Ye Xuan, and it said coldly, "No wonder you are called Ye the War God—indeed, strong and domineering. The Fire Lion King, after four evolutions, couldn't withstand a single sword from you. Incredible."
"You're next."
Ye Xuan's gaze remained cold, his eyes filled with malice, glaring at the proud Peacock King, he said in a deep voice.
"Heh, I, the Peacock King, am far beyond considering you a threat. After five evolutions, my power rivals that of the Human Emperor Realm, relying only on you as no match."
The Peacock King sneered disdainfully, spreading its vibrant feathers, appearing exceedingly noble, its head held high evoking aversion.
"Really?"
