"So weak. Utterly boring." Chen Xuanba cracked his neck.
GUSH!
The Blood Tyrant Demon Sword sliced through the air, instantly carving a deep gash from which fresh blood gushed forth like a blossoming red lotus.
The Blood Qi from the bodies of several hundred Blazing Fire Sect disciples and Red Fire Daoist transformed into crimson threads of blood. They were drawn out and gurgled into the Demon Sword.
Chen Xuanba's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were savoring a worldly delicacy.
"Alright, you can come out now. I'm in a good mood today. The shabby treasury of this Sect is all yours!"
Chen Xuanba laughed heartily, and with a wave of his great sleeve, he vanished on the spot.
'The divination was right!'
Qin Xuan was overjoyed.
Upon hearing the news, Zhao Youliang was even more ecstatic, trembling from head to toe.
"Master Demon Child is mighty!"
