665 Does Your Waist not Hurt When You Talk?

Within the tomb:

Miao miao!

The little thieving cat held the purple horn and sat on the back of the beast King with a victorious expression.

“Fucking cat! Give the horn back to me!”

Meng Xi was so angry that she was trembling, and her face was filled with anger and humiliation. However, the little thieving cat had successfully controlled the beast King, so it wasn’t scared of Meng Xi. On the contrary, it even made faces at her.

Shua!

The Eye of Heaven in the sky revealed a faint glint and faded away.

“That Zhao Feng….”

The heart of the warm youth fell.

He never expected that Zhao Feng, who seemed to have given up on the Demigod’s blood, could use such methods from so far away to still compete with the three King prodigies.

If the three King prodigies were still in a state of equilibrium, Zhao Feng would’ve done nothing, but Nan Gongsheng was at a disadvantage a moment ago due to Meng Xi and the warm youth teaming up, thus, Zhao Feng intervened.