"Tell me your name," Qingyi demanded, continuing to stare at the demonic cultist.
Neither of them paid any attention to the worm wriggling beside them.
"You can call me Mo Xuetian, or the Blood Knight," the man said, his face full of amusement.
"Hm... I prefer to call you a filthy cuckold, just like your master."
To Qingyi's surprise, the moment he heard those words, Xuetian did not respond with anger.
Quite the contrary, his lips parted in a loud, booming laugh.
"I appreciate your courage, young man." Xuetian stretched. "Although it will bring about your end far too soon."
The moment Xuetian's voice fell, he disappeared. His body turned into a blur, reappearing beside Qingyi and punching with all his might.
The two fists met with a crash, right in the center of that place.
The throne Xuetian sat on was the first thing to be destroyed as the shockwave spread. The hard stone beneath his feet was turned to dust, and the bones were pushed into the rocky walls in the corner.
