Chapter 641: Little Bastard

An unsightly expression overtook King Aumen's arrogance. He could feel a pressure coming from these two that couldn't be matched up to anything he had felt before. They even surpassed the pressure Loki placed on him!

If King Aumen knew that this entire time, Loki was nothing but a peak saint, he might have shed real tears at this moment. That said, he didn't need to feel too aggrieved about the matter. Because of Loki's magic specialty, his illusions were nearly unmatched to the point where he may be able to fool even weak dao formation experts who weren't alert to his abilities. Since this was the case, how could King Aumen be any different?

"Little Belmont, I'm disappointed. Losing to inferior flames isn't like you at all." Nora lightly chastised, stroking the fur of the white fox in her arms.