"Sorcerer Slaying Sword?"
"Oh!"
A chill flashed through Ren Changsheng's eyes.
The Sorcerer Slaying Sword? That demonic holy sword, quenched with the blood of countless human tribe members? That was the sword prepared by the demon tribe to defeat the sorcerer tribe!
But if the demon and sorcerer tribes are at war, what does that have to do with the human tribe? Yet in forging the Sorcerer Slaying Sword, why must our human tribe be involved?
Is the human tribe weak? Without a patron?
"Pfft!"
Stretching out a finger, Ren Changsheng directly touched the person's forehead, and to the dying moment, this Primordial God couldn't understand why after ingratiating himself with Ren Changsheng, he was instead directly slain by Ren Changsheng.
"Buzz, buzz!"
The old man who had just spoken, unwilling to accept his fate, fell to the ground in front of Ren Changsheng. The aura on his body slowly dispersed.
