"..."
Chen Qiu looked oddly at the young man in tattered clothes and covered in wounds before him. Was this the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons that the scholar had been so full of praise for?
Wasn't he said to be unkillable, no matter what?
He seemed to be just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and it looked like his luck wasn't particularly good either.
At this moment—
Within the Poison Mist Swamp.
A resentful spirit at the fourth level of the Golden Core, who had once lain down, now silently got up and walked out of the Poison Mist Swamp. In a few breaths, it reached directly behind the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, and then casually slapped down.
"I want this world..."
"Smack!"
The Scion of Ten Thousand Demons' fierce roar suddenly came to an abrupt halt, then his entire body exploded into a mist of blood that dispersed between heaven and earth.
"Don't let your guard down, Brother Qiu!"