There were no excess details to exchange; Zhu Xuehen turned and left.
Zhu Minglang actually wanted to tell Zhu Xuehen the truth, that he was already able to see her true cultivation base, and after all, he did possess the Dragon King.
But before he could speak, her slender and proud figure had disappeared.
Blood covered the ground, gushing from beneath the soil like oil from a well.
Zhu Minglang sighed, shook his head, and called out the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.
The blood of thirteen thousand years was perfectly suited to the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon's blood-drinking standards. After several days of travel, it was finally able to sate its hunger.
The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon's method of drinking blood was quite unique; it did not drink like a cow by the riverbank but rather spread its star-patterned wings. Then the ground's bright crimson blood was evaporated into threads of vapor by some force.
