"As long as you can defeat me, I'm willing to follow you," Qing Jian said. He gripped the spiritual sword at his waist. A wave of his anger surged into the sky and shook the surroundings as he roared, "Damn the Blood Spirit Clan! How dare they ravage our Kunlun Mountains!"
"I swear to fight to the death against the Blood Spirit Clan!"
Xue Qi of the Blood Night Sect was also furious. "They send a hundred Supreme Emperor realm experts to be tortured and killed by the Blood Spirit Clan every hundred years… What kind of sect masters are they? They're so useless. It's no wonder I've never seen any of the seniors return after entering that so-called secret realm to cultivate. It turns out that they're all dead!"
Immediately, Xue Qi turned around and shot a questioning gaze at his sect master. Suddenly…
"Do you think you can resist the Blood Spirit Clan?"
A hoarse voice pierced the sky!