Chapter 365 – Emperor Occult Flame (2/2)

“They were Emperor Occult Flame's men, of course, they did it at his command,” the dragon chimed in.

“Fire Dragon, you’re seeking death!” The furious Emperor Occult Flame stepped forward, spreading his five fingers and made a pressing down motion.

Poof! With a painful scream, the Fire Dragon was smashed into the ground, its head completely stuck in the hard ground, only its body outside twitched nonstop.

How is that possible? Fatty’s eyes bulged in shock. The Fire Dragon is also Divine-tier, yet easily pounded by an injured Emperor Occult Flame, how can the difference between them be so big?

“Emperor Occult Flame, you’re trying to kill this dragon to seal the secret!” The Fire Dragon’s voice came from the ground. It struggled hard but couldn’t break free from the suppression of Emperor Occult Flame.

“Alright, let it go. I believe you’re not that stupid,” said the Ghost Phoenix. With a cold snort, Emperor Occult Flame pulled back his hand.

The Fire Dragon pulled its head out of the ground and puked out fire to relieve its stomach discomfort. It stared at Emperor Occult Flame, as its pupils rolled around, obviously having some evil idea.

“Since you’re here, Lord Ghost Phoenix, please come in. I have something to discuss with you,” Emperor Occult Flame invited, simply ignoring the dragon.

“Good, I happen to need to talk to you as well.” The Ghost Phoenix nodded. Its body suddenly shrank until it was only five to six meters long and flew after Emperor Occult Flame into the Occult Flame Palace.

“Damn it, damn it!” Seeing Emperor Occult Flame ignore it, the Fire Dragon fumed.

“Why don't we go find the Frost War God and have him deal with Emperor Occult Flame…” Fatty whispered to the dragon, as his right hand made a cutting gesture.

“Okay. Humph, I don't believe I can’t finish that bastard.” The dragon's eyes swirled around, and it suddenly said, “Wait, even if I’m not invited, I can just go in by myself. Let's go, go check how bad his injury is.”

Ignoring the glare of the two lines of sturdy fellows at the door, the Fire Dragon leisurely flew in. Fatty wanted to follow but was immediately stopped by the guards. Inwardly cursing, he looked around, then went to a concealed place and used Earthwalk.

The Occult Flame Palace was a completely different world inside, apparently furnished with spatial spells as the space was no smaller than that of a town. The roads and the rooms were in good order but damaged – many rooms were ruined, the ground full of potholes, some places still manifested long icicles. Obviously, the battle with the Frost War God also left the Occult Flame Palace with some serious damage.

The palace didn’t lack plants, some of which were even plant-type Demonic monsters. The plants were full of ripe fruits but had no one to pick after the death of the majority of the population here.

Since no one wanted them, Fatty didn’t act courteously. Like a storm blowing through an orchard, the fruits on the trees all disappeared eerily in his wake.

“I didn't come for nothing this time.” After collecting over twenty kinds of fruits, Fatty smiled with satisfaction and looked up.

At the very top was a bowl-sized pearl radiating very hot light that shone to all corners. Just like sunlight, it allowed the plants to thrive.

“Good stuff.” Fatty involuntarily drooled at the sight of this pearl.

Fatty looked around. Emperor Occult Flame and the Ghost Phoenix should have gone to the largest and best preserved hall for discussion. Since no one was around, Fatty spread his wings and slowly flew upward.

Flying a kilometer high, Fatty found himself unable to resist the heat emitted from the pearl even if he were to use Elemental guard. This was the kind of heat that was invoked from his own body and impossible to stop.

“Go, pick that for me.” Fatty summoned the Violent Ox King and pointed at the pearl. With a growl, the mount’s hooves erupted in flames and it shot off.

Fortunately, the heat was within the tolerance of the Violent Ox King. Otherwise, Fatty could just give up on the pearl. Flying with all its might, the ox finally approached the pearl.

When looking from below, the pearl was only the size of a bowl, but its real size was a full 10-meter-radius. Under Fatty’s order, the Violent Ox King flew to the top of the pearl and viciously stamped its hoof.

Boom!

The pearl didn’t even budge, but the whole space shook.

The roar of Emperor Occult Flame instantly echoed, “Who dares to touch my Fire Spirit Bead?!”

Fire Spirit Bead? Fatty suddenly had an idea. He gritted his teeth and took out the Ice Spirit Bead. Sure enough, a thin layer of ice quickly appeared around his body and spread outward. In the blink of an eye, his limbs went stiff and were on the way to be frozen.

At this moment, a burning hot force suddenly seeped into Fatty's body. The Fire Spirit Bead’s generous light sent fire energy into him, and with his body as the battlefield, the two forces began a struggle.

Up and down, back and forth, the two energies happily traded blows, ignoring Fatty’s misery. In one second he was covered in frost, the next he was so hot and sweaty he could blow fire out of his mouth, and then he was half-frosty and half-red like a cooked lobster.

“Take me up.” Per Fatty’s order, the Violent Ox King got under him and flew him up.