บท 943: Elder Feng Vomits Blood (2)

The Firebird's expression was filled with terror as if the harmless-looking little lolita was some sort of horrifying monster.

"Hmph," Huang Chuan scoffed icily and was entirely unbothered, "Your words are useless now. Huo'er, you've been starving for so long, you may now feast on this fellow!"

Hearing this, the little lolita clicked her tongue as she stared down at the cowering Firebird, "While it wasn't your destiny to become a Martial Saint, you've managed to reach the rank of a Semi-Saint after all. How could you feel satisfied listening to a human's every order? You've even been given such a clichéd name."

The Firebird trembled and nearly fell to the ground. It stared in terror at the little lolita in the air but did not dare to say a single word, afraid that if it would provoke this demon if it were to say something wrong.