"Damn it! I can't believe they found us so quickly. I just hope there are no Emperor Level members of the Kun-eating Race this time!"
Liu Qingyun's expression turned grim.
His face was deathly pale, like a sheet of white paper.
His eyes seethed with rage, hatred, venom, and a monstrous killing intent.
Jiang Chen's interest was piqued. 'The Kun-eating Race? My mission here in the Kun Realm is to wipe out the one hundred and eight tribes of the Kun-eating Race. I might as well follow them and see just what these creatures are like.'
While Jiang Chen was lost in thought, Liu Qingyun looked at him with a grave expression. "Jiang Chen, my young friend, the Kun-eating Race is cruel and bloodthirsty. It's too dangerous for you to stay here. You need to leave through the back, quickly!"
Liu Qingyun snatched the Battle Blade resting on a nearby rack.
