Treasure

"You actually know about it?!" Hei Teng felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the treasure had fallen into this man’s hands after the four sea generals were killed?

He had collapsed in the mountain woods, his body severed and drenched in blood. He was suffering intense agony, and despite this grimace, he glared vindictively at the human.

"Naturally!" Chu Feng nodded.

The energy on his body hadn’t yet dispersed. Lights were flickering on his body and his hair was translucently radiant with flashes of lightning in his eyes. He was like a demonic god looking down upon the black flood serpent.

"Ah…" Hei Teng coughed up blood. He hated this man to the bone and was so filled with fury and dejection that he even forgot about the pain momentarily.

As the Black Dragon Crown Prince and an expert with six severed shackles, he had rarely ever met a worthy opponent. He had always looked down upon the other experts, but today, he had suffered such a miserable defeat.