Xia Tianming gritted his teeth, and when he thought of that figure, his eyes almost spewed fire.
Xia Donghai looked at him coldly, gesturing him to continue speaking.
"Seven days later, the ancestors will compete for the Void Cauldron. Once it's taken away, I will challenge him again. Without the Void Cauldron, I can easily kill him!"
"Not bad, you are not hopelessly stupid." Xia Donghai nodded, then waved his hand, and three black spheres imbued with terrifying power appeared in front of Xia Tianming.
On these three spheres, Xia Tianming felt an extreme terror, a terror that could even threaten his life.
He widened his eyes in horror, looking at Xia Donghai.
"These are Celestial Thunder Bombs; it took me five thousand years to condense just three of them." Xia Donghai said, expressionless.
"Each one's power is no less than my full-force strike. To prevent any mishaps, keep these safe."
