The King's Color
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
A cool breeze swept across the high platform, and the sunlight also shone down.
Half of Feng Xinxiao's face was basked in the morning light, and a mocking look appeared on his face. He asked coldly, "Evidence? You're a Ruler and one of the top people in the Great Wide World. How could you say such a stupid thing? Since you want evidence, fine, I'll tell you. The Phoenixes have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. Our flames have the power of rebirth but according to the different intensities of our bloodline, the flames are presented differently." His voice contained spiritual power, hence it resounded in all directions along with thunder.
Even the Heavenly Phoenix Fire in Ou Yangming and Feng Duxin's hands dimmed.
As Feng Xinxiao spoke, his Phoenix Fire lit up. It was orange in color and was exceptionally gorgeous.