Treasure identifying Golden Finger

Faang Cheng couldn't help but smile when he heard Shang Yun's words. He looked at the nine Stage Gods and six Spirit Beasts who were still glaring at him from outside the door, then turned to look at Shang Yun, whose body was currently wrapped in dense golden Spirit Power. He nodded his head in understanding.    

    

"I can see that you have put in a lot of effort to deal with me. Are you prepared to go all out and die if you don't succeed?"    

    

Faang Cheng pointed at the door with his chin, indicating that Shang Yun felt that the ten Stage Nine Gods and six Spirit Beasts should be his last trump card.    

    

When Shang Yun saw Faang Cheng's indifferent look, he couldn't help but laugh. His laughter was faintly arrogant.    

    

"Faang Cheng, you are really confident! I have nine Stage Nine Spirit Power in my body, and I have a Stage Nine God and six Stage Nine Spirit Beasts standing here. Even so, you are still unwilling to admit defeat? You are really blindly confident!"    

    

When he said this, Shang Yun stopped smiling and looked at Faang Cheng with a gloomy expression.    

    

"You have been forcing yourself to not say anything? Young Master Fang, don't be so self-important. You won't live if you don't care about your reputation! If you say a few words that are pleasing to my ears, I might consider sparing your life. At worst, I'll just cripple your Spirit Power and throw you into the land of ice."    

    

Shang Yun was obviously threatening Faang Cheng, but Faang Cheng was amused by his threat.    

    

"You said... you want to cripple my Spirit Power? You are really brave! Young Master Shang, I really don't know if I am a bit too blind or if you are more blind!"    

    

Faang Cheng took two steps forward and got closer to Shang Yun. Then he raised the Regional Lord's waist plate in his hand and waved it in front of Shang Yun.    

    

"Here, the Regional Lord's waist plate is here. If you really want to be the Regional Lord... then come and take it."    

    

Faang Cheng said to Shang Yun with a faint smile.    

    

These words were a naked provocation in Shang Yun's eyes. A person like him, who had a sense of inferiority and arrogance in his bones, could not be provoked by others. Therefore, Shang Yun glared at the Regional Lord's waist plate in Faang Cheng's hand and gritted his teeth.    

    

"You... you asked for it. You can't blame others."    

    

As soon as Shang Yun finished speaking, he rushed towards Faang Cheng. His speed was indeed very fast. The Spirit Power of nine Ninth Order Gods was indeed not a joke. However, to Faang Cheng, it was still a bit lacking.    

    

Shang Yun thought that he had already rushed to Faang Cheng and reached out to grab the Regional Lord's waist plate in Faang Chen's hand. However, Faang Cheng just flashed and disappeared. Shang Yun's hand that was reaching out grabbed empty air.    

    

He looked around frantically, but he couldn't see Faang Cheng. Shang Yun felt as if his lungs were about to explode from anger. His mind was filled with the mocking smile on Faang Cheng's face. He knew that Faang Cheng was mocking him. He was mocking him that even though he had the Spirit Power of nine Ninth Grade Gods, he was still not as fast as Faang Cheng.    

    

Shang Yun forced himself to calm down and used his Spirit Power to sense Faang Cheng's current location. He carefully and quietly felt for a while before he sensed a little different airflow in the air above his southeast corner. He immediately flew up and rushed towards the place where the Spirit Power was abnormal. He stretched out his hand and struck with his Spirit Power, but what was instantly shattered was a bird hidden in the Spirit Power that no one could see.    

    

Shang Yun stared at the body of a bird that was already broken into pieces, but still could be seen as a bird. The back of his teeth had almost been bitten into pieces.    

    

"Faang Cheng..."    

    

He shouted crazily, then he turned to look at the Ninth Grade Gods and Spirit Beasts that were still standing outside the door. They instantly understood and started to spread out to search for Faang Cheng's traces.    

    

"Hey, Young Master Shang, you are not honest. It was clearly a one-on-one fight, why did you come to help?"    

    

Faang Cheng sat on the wall of his own courtyard and shook his legs while looking at Shang Yun.    

    

"Who told you to fight one-on-one? As long as I can kill you, I should be able to beat you up..."    

    

Shang Yun was not afraid at all. He continued to attack Faang Cheng.    

    

"Alright, then you should find a helper. Don't blame me for looking for one."    

    

After Faang Cheng finished speaking, he revealed a trace of a ruffian smile and rushed towards Shang Yun.    

    

Behind Shang Yun, the Ninth Order Spirit Beasts followed behind him and rushed towards Faang Cheng. All of them had the determination to kill Faang Cheng. The sparks created by the collision of their Spirit Power made the night sky brighten up.    

    

"Shang Yun, the eleven of you and six beasts are fighting against one person. You are too shameless! If my father knew that you had become like this, he would probably be so angry that he would jump out of his coffin and beat you up. You are heartless, unprincipled, selfish, greedy for things that don't belong to you, cruel and perverse. You have simply added all the things that people in the world call a beating onto yourself! Shang Yun, I think you don't want to be the realm lord, but you want to be the king of hell!"    

    

Lee Zhaowen rushed out from behind the screen of Faang Cheng's room and helped Faang Cheng to block the attacks of Shang Yun and the others. They were very skilled, and Lee Zhaowen was more suitable to speak his hateful words while fighting.    

    

"You... You're talking nonsense. Your mouth is so sarcastic... It's fine if you don't want to. Black Wolf, tear his mouth open for me."    

    

Shang Yun's face was flushed red from anger. Perhaps Lee Zhaowen's words had hurt the most important thing in his heart, which was the fact that his father did not approve of him. Therefore, Shang Yun was so angry that he ordered the black wolf, which looked at least three meters tall, to tear Lee Zhaowen's mouth open.    

    

"Do you have any fucking misunderstanding about me? If you want a wolf to tear my mouth open, when I was born, my ancestor was still on a mountain to herd sheep!"    

    

Lee Zhaowen said as he rushed towards the black wolf that was running towards him. The Spirit Power on his body forced the black wolf to run slower and slower. Then it stopped, as if it had seen something terrifying, and began to slowly retreat.    

    

"Trash, go up! Otherwise, you will die..."    

    

Shang Yun was dealing with Faang Cheng as he shouted at the big black wolf.    

    

The black wolf roared towards the sky, and its tone seemed to be filled with helplessness. Then it rushed towards Lee Zhaowen as if it had accepted its fate.    

    

Chapter 12 - The Black Wolf and the Black Wolf