The Power of the Flesh Resists a High-grade Treasure Tool

A hundred li away.

For a moment, demon qi shot into the heavens and Killing Intent filled the sky, vast as a boundless Blood Sea.

The two auras erupted at the same time, forcibly locking onto Lu Chuan.

Two figures could be seen, both transformed into human shape, hovering in midair on his left and right, staring coldly at Lu Chuan just like that.

One held a war spear that was blood red, while before the other floated an Ink-Black War Axe.

"You are Lu Chuan..."

A low voice rang out, laced with bone-piercing, icy killing intent, sounding beside Lu Chuan's ear.

The one speaking was Shi Quan.

A supreme Demon Prodigy of the Demon Race, ranked seventy-sixth on the Profound Rankings of the Heavens.

His strength had already reached the utmost limit of the peak General-class, an existence said to be invincible in the same realm. He waved the Ink-Black War Axe in his hand, pointed it at Lu Chuan from afar, bared a mouthful of ghastly white teeth, and said, "Hand over the Heavenly Origin Spirit Marrow on you.

Today, I can leave you with an intact corpse.

Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll wish you were dead..."

"If I give you the Heavenly Origin Spirit Marrow, then what about this buddy beside you?"

Lu Chuan chuckled lightly, unconcerned.

He did not take Shi Quan's threat to heart at all.

As he spoke in jest, he was also quietly sizing up the two before him.

They were worthy of being existences on the Profound Rankings of the Heavens; their auras were so overbearing that they had long since surpassed any peak General-class Foreign Race he had ever seen.

In fact, among everyone he had seen, only the Deacon of Xuanhuang Hall, Wan Sanqian, could suppress them.

But Wan Sanqian was