"Yan Kuan?"
The voice of the Demon Sect Grandmaster was somewhat shrill, sounding rather grating.
"Indeed!"
Yan Kuan replied, folding his hands in salute.
"Mere third-rate Grandmaster, you have no qualification to speak in my presence!"
"You!"
Yan Kuan's face turned the color of iron from anger.
"Young man, beat him to death for me, and I will personally offer a seventh-grade Spiritual Medicine!"
An irritated Yan Kuan said indignantly.
Xu Yan's spirits lifted upon hearing this, and he quickly said as though afraid Yan Kuan might change his mind, "Good, a seventh-grade Spiritual Medicine!"
"How arrogant!"
The Demon Sect Grandmaster ahead was furious.
With a swift movement, a sinister aura swept out, transforming into ghostly claws that lashed out to kill!
Xu Yan, of course, would not show mercy to the Demon Sect Grandmaster.
