A cold smile touched Ling Chen's lips. Demonic Path Followers had never been trustworthy. The Xuan Mang Sect had simply acted faster; otherwise, the Bloodsucking Elder would have betrayed them too. At this point, survival depended on who betrayed whom first.
"Blood Refining Old Demon, you have no way out. Surrender quickly and I'll spare your life."
"Heh, a mere youngster dares to speak of my surrender? I, the Blood Refining Old Demon?"
The Blood Refining Old Demon's expression darkened. He was, after all, the Blood-refining Sect Master, a powerful figure akin to a feudal lord. Surrendering to a youngster? He would lose all face in the Demon Way! How could he possibly continue on this path?
