He coughed up blood, Tang Xian furrowed his brows, surprised by the power of Junlin's Heavenly Demon descent.
"The servant of the Lost God is a human, and also a little shota who has lived for hundreds of years, this is really interesting."
Junlin was momentarily stunned.
Lost God?
Was he dueling with the offspring of the Beast God?
"But to call it a servant seems somewhat incorrect. Aren't you and the Lost God more like master and disciple?" Tang Xian crouched beside this black-clad mysterious youth referred to as the shota, grinning at him.
It was indeed a boy's face, the same age as Tang and Yuan Wu.
But he did not appear as dull as Tang nor as timid as Yuan Wu did.
This young boy's face held a ferocity, like a righteous warrior who despised evil, encountering a demon.
He didn't understand why Tang Xian would help this monster.
Tang Xian thought to himself that there couldn't be a better coincidence than this.
