"Hehehe, I never expected the geniuses of the Great Thousand World to have some skill. You actually managed to make it all the way here."
This Blade Demon Tribe genius had not suffered much after Ye Kong struck him with a single sword. He steadied himself after tumbling backward more than ten steps.
His body was withered and thin. His arms, transformed into razor-sharp blades, sliced through the air as they pointed from afar at Ye Kong's forehead. His pitch-black eyes held the look of someone eyeing an interesting prey.
"Not bad, being able to take one of my sword strikes. You don't look like a nobody. Who are your elders?"
Interest also arose in Ye Kong's gaze as he looked at his opponent.
"Hmph! What arrogance! This Imperial Grandson will tell you: I am the Imperial Grandson of the Blade Demon Tribe, Dao Qianyun!"
Dao Qianyun laughed sinisterly, wanting to see the look of terror he most anticipated on this blood food's face.
"I see. The grandson of the Blade Demon Tribe's Clan Leader, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Emperor."
Ye Kong found it rather pretentious that these tribal types called themselves princes and imperial grandsons. He waved a hand.
"Since you're the Demon Emperor's direct grandson, you must have a few tricks.
"I'll give you a chance. Show me all your trump cards, and I'll try to leave your corpse intact."
"Wah wah wah! Boy, you'll pay for this! This Imperial Grandson will slice your skin off bit by bit and turn it into a specimen!"
The blades on Dao Qianyun's arms crossed with a clash, sending out a cross-shaped blade aura that cut through ripples in space.
"That's all? It's really not very interesting."
Ye Kong casually swung his sword sheath and shattered the blade aura. Discovering that his