Xiao Chen glanced at Liu Sanji, whose breath was growing weaker and weaker on the ground, and for a moment, he was at a loss.
Zhao Tiangang sensed the Sword Qi around Xiao Chen beginning to gradually dissipate and immediately understood that the weakened period from Xiao Chen's excessive use of sword techniques was about to arrive. A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.
He secretly made up his mind that the moment Xiao Chen entered his weakened period, he would kill him at once.
Just then, a low voice suddenly rang through the scene. "Young Master Xiao Chen, Zhao Tiangang is lying to you. This Minor Return Pill is incomparably precious. He always carries it on his person; there is no way he would leave it at the Demon Suppression Office!"
Xiao Chen turned to look and saw a young man dressed in the uniform of the Demon Suppression Office step out from the crowd. His clothes were stained with blood, showing that he had clearly taken part in the slaughter against the Demon Race just now!
The young man was named Liu Wenlong, a Demon Suppression soldier from the Demon Suppression Office in Bear Martial City.
"Liu Wenlong, do you know what you are doing? I am your direct superior, yet you are helping an outsider expose me?"
Zhao Tiangang's face immediately darkened beyond compare.
"Heh, Zhao Tiangang, as the chief of the Demon Suppression Office, you watched coldly from beginning to end while the Demon Race slaughtered the city, treating the lives of the city's people as worthless grass. How could I, Liu Wenlong, a proud hot-blooded man, ever keep company with a bastard like you?"
Liu Wenlong sneered disdainfully.
"Good, very good! This brat is about to enter his weakened period. When that happens, you..."