"What did you say?"
Jialuo, the Demon Saint, narrowed his blood-red eyes with astonishment flashing in them momentarily before it was quickly replaced by a mocking sneer.
"For the sake of survival, humans really dare to say anything."
Jialuo, the Demon Saint, let out a cold laugh while fixing his gaze on Ye Xuan, "You claim you can heal my wounds? Do you know who caused these injuries? They have plagued me for ten years. Now, a mere human child like you says you have a way? Do you think everyone here is a fool, ready to be deceived by you?"
His injuries had been inflicted by a powerful member of the Human Clan. He had almost perished at that time and had barely escaped by a stroke of luck, but as a result, he sustained severe wounds that were difficult to heal.
Despite spending countless heavenly treasures over this period, he had still been unable to fully recover. Ye Xuan, a mere Martial Venerate, was boasting such bold claims, how could he possibly believe him?
