"Salca, have you forgotten your identity and status? Even if you cannot inherit the ancient Demon King's legacy and cannot sit on the throne, you are still a member of the妖族. Mr. Bai has indeed helped us妖族 a lot, but he is not one of us妖族. Since when do we need to ask a human how to act?"
The elder suddenly turned his head and glared at Salca beside him, a violent aura flashing across his body, as if he would decisively attack Salca in the next second.
"Heh, well said, in that case, today I, Bai Xiaofan, would really like to see who among you can kill a member of the Blood妖族 under my hand?"
In response to the elder's statement, Bai Xiaofan gave a faint smile, his gaze sweeping over the妖族's individuals, finally fixing on the elder.
"Don't say that I, Bai Xiaofan, am seriously injured; even if I have only one breath left, you ants cannot offend me!"
As his voice fell, Bai Xiaofan waved his big hand, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword appeared in his palm!
