"Blood King?"
Tang Hao's heart trembled. He suddenly remembered that he had seen the name Xue qianchi on the eternal list of heroes. He was ranked right before him, with the title of blood King, the eighth King in the eternal world.
Back in the first continent of Qiyuan, that group of sect Masters had created a fake blood King tomb and set up a trap to kill him.
To him, a figure from thousands of years ago was like an illusory legend.
He had never expected to see The Blood King here, even though he was only a soul.
What puzzled him even more was that The Blood King had left behind this Dao soul to wait for him.
The so-called ninth guy was him.
What was going on?
He had nothing to do with this thousand-year-old monster.
Also, how did this guy recognize that he was the ninth king?
Tang Hao's mind was filled with countless questions.
Dao hun smiled and said,"I'm sure you have a lot of questions now!" There's no rush, sit down and we'll talk slowly!"
