บท 925: To Send You To Hell!

"You are too rude. The Martial Saint Mountain is our...." Hong Feiyu said seriously.

"Go away!" A dark-skinned member of the Ancient Race said before Hong Feiyu could even finish speaking. They would in no way waste their time talking to these human beings peacefully. They had come here for a special purpose because they had heard there were relics left by two Martial Saints. However, they were quite disappointed at what they had seen. That was why they were angry.

Hong Feiyu, ranked first on the Eternal Flame List, certainly would not swallow this. It was the spirit that spear practitioners needed—to not hold in their feelings. He reminded Jiang Chen of Ning Haotian. If Ning Haotian were the same as Hong Feiyu, his spear would have had greater power.

"All right. Please!" Hong Feiyu said in a deep voice.

The three Ancients exchanged a look. Then they burst out laughing, which sounded quite harsh.