"If I ever get my hands on him, I'll flay him and pull out his tendons! I'll make him walk the Dragon Carving Platform in the Holy Land!"
The small Cyan-Scaled Chi Python actually spoke, huffing indignantly. Its voice was as crisp and ethereal as pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Du Leihu sneered. "It's fine. Just a little more trouble, that's all. That bastard has the Soul Lamp brand of my Profound Cliff Du Family on him. Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, he can't escape."
"Excellent!"
The small Cyan-Scaled Chi Python's eyes lit up.
...
Meanwhile, Qin Xuan hurried on his way.
After more than ten days of travel, he finally reached the outskirts of Blood Demon Island.
If Demon Flood Dragon Island was the territory of the Demon Race, then Blood Demon Island was the headquarters of the Blood Demon Sword Sect!
'Hehe. Let's see you try and mess with me now.'
However, the closer Qin Xuan got to Blood Demon Island, the more he felt that something was wrong.
