Ruling the Purple Smoke Lake (2)

“Brother Jiu, you come from the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan and specialize in the Dao of the Soul – only you can take care of that brat.”

One of the geniuses from a two-star sect suggested.

Hearing that, all the other geniuses agreed, including the youth who cultivate the Sword Dao.

Zhao Feng came from the three-star Mystic True Sacred Clan, so normal geniuses from two-star sects didn’t dare to offend him.

Their gazes landed on Brother Jiu who had a withering face.

“Okay.”

Brother Jiu’s eyes flashed.

He was the strongest among their group.

Back in the Purple Smoke Lake, Zhao Feng was sitting on an ancient crocodile, and the army of fish under his control were extremely active within a radius of several miles.

He didn’t dare to enter the depths of the Purple Smoke Lake yet, so he only gathered resources from the edges of the lake for now.