"Was that dead wretch just now actually a slave of the Heart Demon Ring?"
The old farmer smacked his lips and spat out a mouthful of chewed-up meat, which struck the mangled corpse on the ground.
The stench of blood filled the prison cell. The splattered droplets on the ground were a horrifying sight, while pits and gullies everywhere bore witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place.
Zhou Suanni pinched a scrap of cloth and held it against the tear in his robe, confirming that the gap matched.
Without turning his head, he said, "That's right. No matter how strong he was, he was still a Demon Weapon Slave. No matter how weak you are, you remain a host. Even if you won, it was only natural."
"No good anymore. I'm old, old!"
The old farmer's face grew ever more sorrowful. His brows rose, and the vertical lines between them looked as if they had been carved by blades and axes, forming three vertical strokes.
He coughed, then sighed. "The younger generation is to be feared. If you ever meet the host of the Heart Demon Ring, please convey my respects."
"I slaughtered to my heart's content across the three northwestern provinces with the Mad Demon Blade. I thought myself one of the foremost figures among demon weapons, yet I never imagined that, in utter silence, he had built such an immense force in the Capital of Earth."
"For a mere Demon Weapon Slave to infiltrate such a heavily guarded underground prison cell—impressive!"
Zhou Suanni thought that he was not necessarily a Demon Weapon Slave.
He had personally witnessed it just now. Although the assassin who had tried to kill the old farmer overflowed with the power of the Heart Demon Ring, he had seemed more like