The tyrannical and endless flame surrounded the beetle king.

The cultivators present exchanged glances, impressed by the power of a Heavenly Sovereign artifact. This golden bell could easily refine any of them.

“The king will die at this rate.” One cultivator murmured.

“Not necessarily, it is quite strong.” An older cultivator raised his brows.

Of course, they had to admit that the six old men from Wu were mighty as well. They were probably the pillars of that country yet still came here with the prince. It looked like their clan truly wanted this source stone from...