The bearded man lunged, only to find he'd caught nothing but air.
Never mind how he roared and vented his frustration right where he stood.
As for Shen Changchuan, he was already standing on Xiaofeng's back, soaring high in the heavens,
far away from Qing City,
and heading in the direction of Dawan Village.
Shen Changchuan was in a rather good mood.
He gazed at the Blood-colored Gourd in his hand,
a flicker of triumph in his eyes.
This gourd was, of course, the very same Blood Evil Gourd that had once belonged to the Blood Slaughter Three Demons.
After Shen Changchuan killed the three of them, the Blood Evil Gourd fell into his hands.
At the time, Shen Changchuan had considered selling it, given the Blood Evil Gourd's significant drawbacks.
But then he had a second thought.
A Magical Artifact with such unique mechanics could prove quite useful in certain special combat situations.
