"A mere Vermilion Bird Fire."
Upon hearing Li Feng's arrogant tone, Sikong Lie sneered repeatedly.
"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin; hopefully, your mouth remains tough in a while."
Let the Vermilion Bird Fire burn for a while longer.
He simply did not believe anyone could endure such bone-corroding, soul-destroying pain. Sikong Lie had absolute confidence in his family's bloodline; after all, the Sikong family could become a first-ranked family in Ancestor Dragon City, if not entirely due to this bloodline power, at least seventy to eighty percent owing to it.
"It's not necessary."
Li Feng was too lazy to continue with tedious chatter. By now, the Vermilion Bird Fire that entered his body had already been devoured by Li Feng's Domineering Purple Flame and fused together.
Truth be told, this Vermilion Bird Fire is indeed a great supplement, even stronger than the flames of the Demon General he swallowed from the Ten Demon Hall before.
