A young boy dressed as a servant silently left the inn and disappeared into the crowded throng.
At this moment.
Above the clouds in the high sky.
Zhang Jing's gaze shifted away from the servant boy, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his eyes involuntarily.
"Tsk, starting so soon? He really does have the makings of a local serpent. Wonder how many worms this will pull out, but hopefully, there will be many, right?"
Zhang Jing whispered.
In front of him.
A small blood-red crescent demon blade suddenly emitted a terrifying tremor, strands of scarlet karmic fire swayed with the wind as if anticipating something.
However, just as the blade's hum sounded.
A sword's defiant cry closely followed.
As if provoked, a deep crimson glow faintly flickered across the edge of the Red Karmic Immortal Slayer Demon Blade.
