Sparrow Lord, who was floating in the air, glared at the bloody demon. His already darkening face turned even more solemn: "Feng Luotian, I must admit that your talent is as frightening as your father's, if not more so. I can give up on the noble silver armament, but you must make a soul contract with me that you will not interfere with my plan. If you agree, I will let you live. Choose wisely, or die!"
"Heh. Cough. Cough. Cough. Excuse me." Feng Luotian could not contain the laughter, but blood caught in his throat, making him struggle for air for a few moments.
