"Very well! Hand over the Blood Sacrifice Fruit, and I'll grant you a swift end," the blond elder said.
"Old fellow, are you looking for this?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a teasing tone.
Between his two fingers, he held a grape-sized, ominous fruit.
"Yes! That's the fruit! Hand them over, and I'll grant you a swift end," the blond elder said with a harsh tone but inner urgency.
"Want it? I just won't give it to you!" Saying this, Zhang Xiaohao swallowed the Blood Sacrifice Fruit in one gulp.
Crunching twice, he licked his lips.
He sneered dismissively, "It's not that great! The taste is just average, after all!"
"You bastard! How could you eat it? Do you think that's something for you to consume?" the blond elder raged.
"Are you brain-dead? It's in my hands; what can you do about whether I eat it or not?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out two more Blood Sacrifice Fruits, waved them in front of the elder provocatively, and then swallowed them down.
