A Thread of Life Still Remained

Qiongqi froze. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice that although Young Master's entire body was wrapped in the power of Evil Curses, a faint thread of life force at his heart had yet to extinguish?" Hong Chidao said.

"Life force? I didn't notice!"

"That thread of life force is too weak. Your injuries are too severe, and your spiritual senses have been damaged, so you failed to detect it," Hong Chidao said.

"Hong, you damned dog, you weren't lying to me?" Qiongqi was overjoyed. His condition had been poor lately, and his spiritual senses truly were much weaker than before.

"Damn it, this concerns Young Master! Why the hell would I lie to you?" Hong Chidao snapped.

"You bastard, did you know all along? Did you deliberately keep it from me?" Qiongqi suddenly demanded.

"Hahaha, of course! I scanned him with my divine sense long ago. If Young Master had truly died, would I have been able to sit still? You cried so damned miserably just now. I've known you for endless ages, and this is the first time I've seen you cry like that!" Hong Chidao said smugly.

"Fuck your mother! Hong, I'll kill you!" Qiongqi used demonic power to suspend Xiao Chen in midair, then pounced on Hong Chidao like a mad dog.

His eyes had swollen from crying just now, yet this old bastard had not told him the truth and had merely stood there watching the show?

What a beast!

"Fuck, Old Qiong, you're biting my ass again? You animal?"

"Fuck your mother! If you've got the guts, don't pull my hair!"

The two great figures of the Demon Race grappled like ordinary men.

Hong Chidao was quite honorable; he did not use demonic power to suppress Qiongqi.

They simply went at each other head-on!