The little demon holding the command flag had jumped out again, standing beside Jia Changsheng and urging in a shrill voice.
Glancing sideways at this little demon, Jia Changsheng's lips curled up.
"Alright."
This scholar, with his rosy lips and pearly teeth, stretched out a large hand, and an endless surge of Blood Resentment Energy burst forth, forming a vortex that instantly sucked in the little demon, forcibly compressing it into an unsightly clump of mush.
The Blood Resentment Energy swirled around, consuming the lump of flesh cleanly.
Jia Changsheng lightly clapped his hands, lifting his eerie eyes to Qi Xiu,
"What I wish to do, who are you, a little demon, to instruct me? And you, blocking my path? You must have the gall of a bear and the bravery of a leopard."
"Is that so?"
