Soft Persimmon

In the void, as the breeze howled, the air seemed to freeze.

Jian Wushuang's gaze was cold as he fixed his eyes upon Universe God Xiong Fu.

"In Wu Bei's cave, many Universe Gods were fighting one another madly for White Blaze Fruits. The one who was killed in the fight could only blame himself for being weak. He can't blame anyone else."

Jian Wushuang's voice was cold, "Universe God Xiong Fu, if Long Ya were to seize the White Blaze Fruit and be unwilling to give it to you, I could understand if you were to kill him. However, Long Ya gave you the White Blaze Fruit, but you're still coming after him to kill him. Isn't this a little ridiculous?"