Pursuit of Death (7)

Zhao Feng arrived at the Eighteen Corners Pirate Sacred Land several hours later.

He didn’t conceal his King aura, and his wings created a windstorm as he flew. All the elites in the Eighteen Corners Pirate Sacred Land were stunned by Zhao Feng’s aura, and some of them recognized him.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng’s wings fluttered as he landed on a Pirate King’s ship.

“Zhao Feng, it’s you…!”

The Pirate King was a recent addition who had a bald head. Zhao Feng didn’t know him, but the bald King recognized Zhao Feng. He had personally witnessed Zhao Feng’s strength in the Pirate Emperor’s Inheritance Sacred Land and how he single-handedly decided who got to be the Emperor.

“Where is the Cold Moon Emperor?” although Zhao Feng didn’t know him, that didn’t stop him from asking about the Cold Moon Emperor’s location.

The bald King felt the aura radiating from Zhao Feng and replied respectfully. Under the guidance of the bald King, Zhao Feng flew in a certain direction.