"You were dead, weren't you?" King Peng exclaimed in shock.
Hadn't they just said that Ye Xuan had died at the hands of someone from the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty? Why was he here?
"I died? I wasn't aware," Ye Xuan said, holding the Fire Swallowing Treasure Bottle with a strange look on his face.
If those familiar with Ye Xuan heard this, they'd probably die of laughter.
The Undying Night Emperor, die?
Bullshit!
Even if the Heavenly King himself died, the Undying Night Emperor wouldn't!
"Hm? How come you have that treasure?" It was only then that King Peng noticed the Fire Swallowing Treasure Bottle in Ye Xuan's hand—the very artifact they were all vying for.
"It's just a little bottle for holding fire," Ye Xuan casually played with the Fire Swallowing Treasure Bottle, speaking leisurely.
This Fire Swallowing Bottle was just something he had casually crafted years ago, mainly to collect Earth Fire. It wasn't of much value.
Of course, that was to Ye Xuan.
