Feeling Yuan Shaoqing's intense killing intent and the madness seeping from his bones, Slaughtering Yin Mountain couldn't help but sneer.
"Brother Yuan, don't forget that Wangjiang Building is a property of the Demon Control Department. It's no small price to pay if you want to take action there."
Not for a moment did Slaughtering Yin Mountain's gaze leave the copper ding. He slowly poured the crimson liquid from the crystal dish in front of him into the copper ding.
In an instant, green smoke rose as if a flood dragon was dancing within it. Faint growls, like that of a fierce tiger, echoed in the air.
The demonic energy inside intensified even more.
Even Yuan Shaoqing couldn't help but look over, revealing an unusual expression.
"Brother Yuan, there's no need to rush for a moment. As long as my [Tiger Fetus] is refined, you can kill whoever you want."
Slaughtering Yin Mountain licked the corner of his mouth, revealing an excited and expectant expression on his face.