Fei Si was sent flying backward and, raising his hand, he threw a ring to Ning Cheng, "This is the ring of the Dao Yuan Sacred Emperor, and I'm returning it to you now. Count it, there are sixteen million Divine Crystals inside, and I haven't touched the six Upper-Grade Divine Spirit Veins at all."
Merely facing Mo Xiangyi's divine ability, he knew that Ning Cheng was not someone to be trifled with. Fei Si's heart was also filled with sorrow; the fact that he, a Primordial Stage Sacred Emperor, could not defeat Ning Cheng was one thing, but since when did he, a Primordial Stage Sacred Emperor, have to brazenly snatch a ring from a Dao Yuan Sacred Emperor?
Fei Si had handed over the ring, and Ning Cheng did not take action. There was no deep-seated hatred between him and Fei Si, besides, stranded in this place, everyone could be considered wanderers at the ends of the earth. Fei Si had conceded, handing over the ring, and Ning Cheng saw no need to oppress him further.
