As he swept his gaze over the reactions of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan, the smugness on Young Master Bai's face grew ever more pronounced.
He said without restraint, "This is an elder of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan?"
"He can no longer be called trash—he is worse than trash."
"A Demon Cultivator clan like this should have perished long ago."
"Rather than following the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan to your own destruction, you pieces of trash would be better off becoming slaves of our Cloud Swallowing Python Clan. At least you could still eke out a wretched existence."
After saying that, he threw back his head and laughed.
His laughter was exceptionally grating, leaving the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan members speechless.
"Have you said enough?"
Suddenly, a cold, clear voice rang out.
The woman was tall and slender, with snowy, delicate skin, a slim and graceful waist, and straight, long legs.
Her beautiful hair was jet-black: