บท 937: Mighty Jiang Batian!

Yu Shaoqing was neither a sacrificial soldier nor a disciple of the Chaoyang Hall. His senses towards the Blood Rakshasa were not as sharp as Shadow Thirteen and the others, but even if he sensed the Rakshasa King's aura, he would not have expected it to be the eight or nine-year-old child curled up on the ground.

When that child… No, that was not a child, but the Rakshasa King!

When the Rakshasa King opened his bloody mouth and revealed his sharp fangs to bite at Yu Shaoqing, Yu Shaoqing was so frightened that he hurriedly threw that thing out. However, it was too late. That thing seemed to be stuck tightly to his arm and could not be thrown out no matter how hard he tried.

Just as the thing was about to bite his neck, a petite black shadow suddenly flew over and flashed behind the Rakshasa King. It reached out with its slender hand and grabbed the Rakshasa King's neck, pulling him off Yu Shaoqing's arm. Then, it ruthlessly threw him to the ground!