"Qingqiu old dog, today I'll spare your life, but another day, I'll come to claim your head." Hui Qilei's melodious voice echoed throughout the sky. Qingqiu Demon Saint's face was ashen. His gaze was fixated in the direction where the Qingqiu Demon Fox had departed, filled with murderous intent.
These two alive are a monumental threat to him; he only regrets not having killed them when they were just insignificant ants, allowing them to grow in power. However, what does it matter if they've grown stronger? They'll eventually die by his hand.
Then, his gaze fell upon the Demon Saint Palace.
At this moment, the Demon Saint Palace remained tightly shut, despite the terrifying battle in the sky earlier not causing the slightest disturbance within the palace. Qingqiu Demon Saint's heart hesitated a bit; he very much wanted to charge in and kill the severely wounded Qilin Demon Saint.
However, he hesitated again.
