Feeling the killing intent radiating from Xiao Chen, Tian Fang's two people did not show the slightest surprise. The strife between the Royal Beast Race and the Border Wasteland had continued for ten thousand years, a feud of life and death.
Later, when the Gu Yuan Tribe took control of a region, and now with Xiao Chen's ascent to kingship, the bloodshed with the Royal Beast Race had, in truth, never ceased.
"The current Great Emperor of the Royal Beast Race is in silent retreat healing his wounds, the Northern Territory's ruling king was blown apart by your teacher. If we can find the king's Heavenly Fate and use it as bait, delivering another blow to the king of the Royal Beast Race, I wonder how many kings the Royal Beast Race can still afford to lose."
The voice carried a chill, and in Xiao Chen's heart, the Beast Underworld was nothing but a treasure trove. Of course, to snatch resources from the treasury, one must eliminate or even replace the guardians within.
