The Nine-Headed Blood Bat King directly ignored Tang Chen's desperate pleas. All it wanted now was to please Zhao Ming. A mighty figure like Zhao Ming—if it could cling to his thigh, it would soar to great heights. Why wouldn't it?
As for the feelings between Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, it felt nothing at all.
It was merely a bloodthirsty soul beast and had little concept of emotions. At least, after living for so many years, it had yet to encounter a female soul beast it truly cared about. Naturally, it could not understand Tang Chen's feelings.
But even if it could understand Tang Chen, it would not take it to heart. Tang Chen was neither family nor friend. Back then, in order to fight Tang Chen for control of the body, it had exhausted every scheme and depleted its strength. To gain enough energy to avoid having its consciousness destroyed by Tang Chen, it had even burned its own true body, doing everything it could to seize this body.
No matter how one looked at it, Tang Chen was its enemy. It would never pity him.
It only knew that Zhao Ming was the Lord of Soul Beasts, its great Master.
Its gaze could not help turning toward Zhao Ming. When it saw the satisfied expression on Zhao Ming's face, it felt even more relieved.
"Tang Chen, I waited for you on Sea God Island for so many years, only to find that it was all a lie. Heh, I was truly pitifully foolish. How could there possibly be true feelings in this world? I am the High Priest of Sea God Island. Which one of you approached me without ulterior motives?" Bo Saixi said, her voice turning incomparably cold. For some time after Tang Chen left, she