These Centennial Demons were comparable to a Human Race member at the Skin Refining stage, and their Flesh, Bone, Skin, and Membrane—not to mention their strength and Blood Marrow—were even superior...
And yet they had been killed in a single blow before they even sensed the danger!
He watched the young man before him. His back was ramrod straight, like a mighty lion returning to its own territory, betraying not a hint of fear as he personally extracted the Centennial Python Tendons. Bathed in blood, he radiated a palpable killing intent.
At his side, a young girl pouted, grunting with effort as she strung a beast tendon onto a heavy bow—a bow that was obviously a Seventh-Grade Treasure Bow. Seeing all this, the man fell into a long, deep silence.
"Old Liang, what are you waiting for?"
