Thud.
Su Ziyu descended slightly and decisively took a sip of Immortal Brew from the Demon Gourd.
"Such a powerful presence?"
"Why wasn't he chosen as the Lord of Cinder?" A trace of doubt lingered in Su Ziyu's mind. With just one move, he was severely injured and coughing blood, and his strength surpassed the other Lords of Cinder by far too much.
The Nameless King was the most powerful adversary he had encountered in this world so far.
Logically, the First Flame of this world is so desperate that it should target him as a Lord of Cinder, but it seems he wasn't chosen.
Similarly, Gwendolin wasn't chosen either.
Could it be that the consciousness of the Sun King, Gwyn, still lingers? Why weren't his two sons chosen as Lords of Cinder?
Rumble.
The Nameless King, wielding a Golden Long Spear, attacked again. The roaring golden lightning transformed into a Thunder Spear, directly locking onto Su Ziyu's position, shooting out like a flash of lightning.
