Bab 1138: Antman Race, Bloodlust Ultima!

"Saiba, you're good at tracking. Find that brat for me."

The universe-stage martial warrior looked indifferent as he said coldly with killing intent in his eyes while he stood on a hill.

"Yes, Father!"

Behind him, an equally tall young man with silver-white scales on his face bowed in response.

"Don't fight with him head-on. That brat does not have a high cultivation level, but he has many tricks and is quite strong. Notify me immediately when you find him," the universe-stage martial warrior instructed him.

"I understand!"

A cold light flashed in the tall and young Saiba's eyes. He held a long spear in his hand and nodded.

"Go!" The universe-stage martial warrior disappeared.

"I do want to see how his strength compares to mine." Saiba was unconvinced and took a step.

Boom!

The ground cracked, and his body rose straight into the air in a streak of icy blue light as he flew into the distance.