“That’s the demonic successor.” A fiery glow appeared in the palm of a youth with skin the color of candle wax. The hot temperature caused ripples in the air, culminating in a maelstrom.

This was a genius who had won seventy-two matches in a row. He once entered a certain ruin and obtained an ancient legacy.

Everyone became greedy since they knew that this successor had gotten several hundred thousand spirit stones. 

Feiyun didn’t climb up the palace right away. He stood at the bottom and coldly uttered: “I heard there are people who want to cause trouble for Nangong Hongyan.”

“So what?” An arrogant voice answered.

“I’ll handle her problems, come to me instead of picking on an innocent woman.” Feiyun stood on a green boulder with his back as straight as a...