'At Eight Discount's current level, if it were transformed into a Demon and fed with Demonic Qi, it could truly become a terrifying existence.'
Among the Demons, Chi Ying just watched quietly, with no intention of revealing herself yet.
Chi Ying's command sounded in Tu Gu's ear, and he nodded silently.
With a wave of his hand, he brought a Holy Hall Disciple before him. "Kid, I need a messenger. Tell Wang Meng that Zhao Lingxuan is in my hands. As long as you kowtow three times and call me Demon Grandpa, I'll spare your little life. Aren't you honored?"
Tu Gu said with a smile.
The Holy Hall Disciple's eyes lit up. "Can I try another way? I'll trade a secret of the Holy Hall for my life."
"Oh, that works too!" Tu Gu was delighted. It was rare to meet such a sensible fellow.
Zhao Lingxuan flared up immediately. "Which hall are you from? Do you even call yourself a Holy Hall Disciple!"
