"I told you, there's no Xiao Qian, only Blood Slaughter!" Blood Slaughter's eerie voice echoed, "Following you, do you know how pathetic you are? You can't even protect your own woman. Only a strong person like the Ancestor deserves to have me by his side!"
Blood Slaughter stared at Wan Moting without a hint of emotion, indifferently saying, "Today, you have only one choice, and that's to come with us!"
"Haha!"
Hearing Blood Slaughter's words, the resentment and rage in Wan Moting's heart instantly transformed into endless desolation. He laughed bitterly, stepping back a few paces.
He never imagined that the once-obedient Xiao Qian would become so cold and heartless, even boasting about other men in front of him.
Raising his head again, he suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, staring directly at Blood Slaughter and Wan Molai's group.
"Blood Slaughter, leader? What a Blood Slaughter leader!"
