"Heh."
It was at this moment.
Xia Ji appeared directly, grabbed her, and then casually threw her aside.
"Splat."
The woman was pulled off balance and fell to the ground.
The whole process was smooth and effortless.
As she lay there, unable to even straighten her back and feeling like her bones had shattered into mush, she was still extremely perplexed.
She had never expected Xia Ji to be stationed here. Wasn't he still holding the line over at the Sword Cultivators' side?
Was he really not afraid of her going over there to devour the Sword Cultivators?
"A demon is just a demon."
Xia Ji had always hated the Demon Race the most in his life.
He sneered coldly, resembling a demon himself: "You can't perceive the great power of Jianmu, so of course you have no idea how I come and go at will.
But you'll have a chance to find out.
I'll plant you inside a giant Demon-Suppressing Tree, right in the Demon Race's territory, so everyone can see you.
