The Ice and Snow Cold River World.
King Lin Wu stood bare-chested atop a glacier, his knotted muscles and mountain-like physique resembling a block of ten-thousand-year-old ice. He emanated wisps of blue-black frigid air that continuously froze the surrounding void.
'Saint King?'
Hearing the golden-eyed woman's strangely pious tone, he narrowed his ice-blue eyes and sneered.
"How is it? After a few hundred years, has the Fox Race fallen so low that you must now bow and scrape to survive? If your ancestors knew about this, do you think they'd forgive you?"
Though his words were mocking, King Lin Wu had secretly begun to gather his power, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit quietly rising.
These few foxes were quite powerful.
Among the Fox Race, tails are a reflection of one's cultivation and status. Four tails already correspond to the Human Race's Celestial Human Level.
Not to mention...
