"Qiqi!" Flame couldn't help but call out softly, suddenly feeling a rush of urgency in his heart, causing him to cough up blood again, which he forced down with great effort.
"My Blood-drinking Sword doesn't have eyes." Gu Qingheng frowned at Flame. Although he knew Flame was injured, since Flame hadn't collapsed, he couldn't be sure of the severity, so he dared not be careless.
"Gu Qingheng, you're despicable." Song San glared at Gu Qingheng, his face filled with anger and frustration. He had been bitten by something earlier, and now half of his body had lost sensation.
The snake, Gold, had already returned to Gu Qingheng's wrist. The snake lord spared you, otherwise, you'd be dead and unable to complain.
"Compared to you, there's still a gap." Gu Qingheng sneered and looked up at Flame. "Step aside, or he'll have to die. I don't think you want to see him die, right? After all, if you want to achieve great things, the Zhao Family's bloodline is a perfect excuse."
