Fang Xing plunged into the Yellow Spring Sea, but before the astonishment of the cultivators faded, he had already risen again. However, this time he wasn't relying on his own power to soar but was lifted by the sea water beneath his feet, akin to a fountain supporting him, allowing him to stand proudly in midair, hands behind his back, eyes brimming with murderous intent.
"You wish to take advantage of a moment to plot against the Old Demon, yet he is not unlike you,"
Fang Xing's face bore a mocking expression.
During the mock negotiations between the Flying Roc Demonic King and the cultivators, he took the opportunity to complete his own preparations.
He spoke slowly and suddenly clenched his fist!
