Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Three
A dark red hand reached for the bone jar, and Long Xiaoshan let out a cold snort, swiftly grabbing the hand.
The person who made the move was the Blood Spirit King from the Xue Ling Sect.
With his wrist caught by Long Xiaoshan, his eyes flickered with bloodthirsty light, as if the seas of blood were roaring in his eye sockets, filled with the wails of resentful spirits and the howling of wolves.
However, Long Xiaoshan had no reaction whatsoever, his black eyes indifferently staring at him as he said, "Forgot what was said just now outside the door? Whoever enters first has the priority to choose."
The Blood Spirit King was furious.
In the Southern Ocean, he was absolutely a figure of colossal status, especially in Nanyue, where even the president of Nanyue did not earn his regard.
Yet this fellow before him was being so rude to him.
