Luohu sneered relentlessly, "Just relying on you..."
In an instant.
A Sword Light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a massive firefly, sweeping across Luohu's neck.
Luohu's words abruptly stopped.
He touched his own neck and looked down.
A handful of golden blood, sparkling with dazzling golden light, dazzling.
Again, it was the soaring ascension.
Luohu frowned, turned to look over there.
Over there, Lu Qingshan had just steadied his steps, his aura imposing even more than before.
Growing more courageous in battle.
Luohu became a Holy Demon seven days ago, while Lu Qingshan had just become an Ancestor.
Just a seven-day gap, yet still a gap.
Because from the Ninth Realm to the Ten Realms, strength is an increase of hundreds of thousands of times, a qualitative transformation, and suddenly acquiring such powerful strength requires time to become familiar with.
In seven days, Luohu had completely mastered the power of being a Holy Demon.
