At this moment, the man's body trembles, his eyes filled with fear, now he is deeply consumed by self-doubt.
Am I the cultist of the Blood God Sect, or are you the cultist of the Blood God Sect?
This guy is eviler than us!
Actually, the cultist's strength just now was not weak; he was a Level 9 Lord-level Warrior, wielding a Chainsaw Sword that was a Golden-level Weapon, but just unlucky enough to encounter Ye Mingqiu, who was absurdly strong, and had his weapon crushed by bare hands.
"Where do you want to go?"
Ye Mingqiu stepped forward, his gaze firmly locking onto the man as if ready to strike at any moment.
"I am a faithful believer of the God of Blood; if you dare kill me, the God of Blood will not let you go!" The man trembled with threats in his voice.
"Oh, really?"
Ye Mingqiu replied casually.
