High in the sky, the flames of battle raged. Qin Ya faced his most perilous situation yet.
Dozens of Blood Slaves, baring fangs and brandishing claws, their eyes blood-red, lunged forward. Qin Ya gripped Ting Xiao, and a sharp Sword Qi soared into the sky as furious Thunder roared. Though the bodies of the Blood Slaves were tough, they could not withstand the might of a Spiritual Artifact!
Not far away, Qiann Feng, the bald old man, and the others looked on in surprise.
"I never expected this guy to have so many treasures. On top of that Ghost Face Mask, he even has a Spiritual Artifact. Tsk, tsk. He's got quite a few cards up his sleeve."
The bald old man gave a sinister chuckle, a glint of greed in his eyes.
Beside him, Qiann Feng frowned and snorted. 'If this man wasn't a Messenger for that great lord, why would I, with my Cultivation as a King, be so hesitant? I would've slapped him to death ages ago. Does he actually think he can hoard the treasures for himself?!'
