บท 1197: Chapter 1195: Roll, Bloodline!

In the blink of an eye, Ren Feifan, with the Ancient Dust Sword on his back, found that three sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked men had appeared before him. The demon clan aura on them was very strong, their eyes carrying a hint of malice—it was clear they regarded Ren Feifan as an intruder.

No sooner had Ren Feifan thought to speak than one of the men stepped forward, his killing intent erupting, and said unpleasantly, "Bold human, do you know what ground you're treading on? This is the territory of our Demon Clan! If you've entered by mistake, kneel before us now, then get out, and we might spare your dog's life, otherwise... those things will be your fate."

Ren Feifan's brows furrowed slightly as he followed the man's gaze, only to discover a pair of human remains, obviously cultivators killed by the Demon Clan.

But he felt no nervousness, and instead stated his purpose directly, "You've misunderstood, I'm actually here looking for someone."