That was an elder clad in blood-red robes, emanating an astonishing peak battle spirit aura!
"Pavilion Master!"
"The Pavilion Master has arrived!"
Some members of the Iron Blood Pavilion were overjoyed to see the elder.
The newcomer was none other than the Iron Blood Pavilion Master—Iron Blood!
Old Qin turned his head and upon seeing the elder, couldn't help but smile, "Good, Brother Iron Blood, let's kill this youngster together, and I will definitely speak well of you in front of Lord Qin!"
Iron Blood nodded, pulling a blood-red long knife from his person, radiating a powerful murderous aura!
"You brat, it seems you're also a master of the blade! This is the Blood Slaughter Knife, forged from the Xia family's blood ore, its power is boundless! If you can withstand three strikes from me, you can leave!" Iron Blood was very confident in his own strength.
Ye Wudao's lips curved into a disdainful smile, "I'll stand still, and if you can wound me, I'll spare your life!"
