I am the Big Spender...
The Big Spender...
Spender...
The Mountain Wildflower House was deathly silent, and the voice of the Smoggy Saint Child echoed in the air.
Six monsters fell silent simultaneously.
The Demon Hunters outside also all fell silent simultaneously.
After a moment, Sifumo lightly coughed, "According to the records, the Saint Child's strength far exceeds a typical Catastrophe Level, doing this is a God desecration..."
Wen Wen waved his hand dismissively, "That guy was stabbed to death by the Holy Spear, and the old brother who stabbed him lived a long life and died naturally, desecrating now and then is no big deal."
"Besides, just his blood alone caused so many antics, he himself probably wasn't any good either, a little insult is just that, an insult."
Not to mention this Saint Child, Wen Wen had cursed even the great Overlord behind the Profane Blood.
