"This, this is," Mad Blood Old Demon looked at Bai Meng's burly body, his aura completely suppressed by the boundless demonic qi.
"There is actually such pure demonic qi in this world," he said, shocked.
"I am giving you a chance now," Xu Zimei said indifferently, "Swear on your True Fate that you will forget everything you've seen today.
You can leave this place, or be buried here with the people of this city."
"We both have opened the Ninth Vein Gate, it's not yet certain who is stronger," Mad Blood Old Demon scoffed.
He also had his own pride.
"In this life, I have only ever been defeated by that mortal, never afraid of anyone else."
"In our era, even the Great Emperors were but ants in the flick of a finger," Bai Meng shook his head slightly, his right hand waving faintly.
Endless demonic qi coalesced into a ferocious face that charged toward Mad Blood Old Demon.
