Wang Wu looked coldly at Xiong Shiliu and finally shook his head.
"You guessed wrong."
"I don't need Yuan Bupu to work for me, nor am I interested in competing for the Southern Wilderness Right Demon Emperor."
"I just hope you can live well because you cannot betray its kindness; it forgave you, it saved you, not me."
"Of course, you may not understand, but that has never mattered."
At this point, Wang Wu raised his wrist, and the Companion Demon Vine flew out from the back of his left hand. Originally, the tendrils were a tender green color, but now they had turned silvery-gray, matching the color of Stone Marrow; it looked understated, but Xiong Shiliu, who was at the forefront, was so startled that he took several steps back.
"You, your Demon Vine has advanced to Third Grade? And you haven't even released your authority?"
