King of the Demon Tombs
"It is hard to find a worthy opponent. Although I suffered a heavy defeat at Brother Lu's hands back then and almost lost my life, it was precisely because I met Brother Lu that I obtained my subsequent fortuitous encounters. A cause brings an effect, and the word fortune is truly wondrous indeed. If Brother Lu had not produced a few items that should have originally come from the Chaotic Fiend Domain, and if your aura, though altered, didn't still bear a striking resemblance to the past, I truly would not have guessed it."
Mentioning their life-and-death struggle back then, Xiong Kun still felt that he had narrowly escaped death upon recalling it now. If he had fled even a fraction of a slower second back then, Lu Xiaotian would have already slain him beneath his palm—how could he possibly have the scenery of today?
"Everyone has their own opportunities." Xiong Kun's words served as a reminder to him. Even if he disposed of the spiritual items in his hands in the future, he must try his best to leave no trace. Otherwise, it would be inevitable for people familiar with him to catch clues. Ye Qianxun was extremely familiar with him.
After recognizing Lu Xiaotian's identity, the transaction went very smoothly. Xiong Kun directly took out all the dragon-patterned hundred-refined pill spiritual materials in his hands and exchanged them with Lu Xiaotian for grievance-blood purple crystals.
The grievance-blood purple crystals were not precious in small quantities, but once they reached a certain amount, they became exceptionally rare. In particular, the amount of grievance-blood purple crystals in Lu Xiaotian's hands had reached a terrifying degree. Ever since Lu Xiaotian killed the crying-blood mosquito demon back then, the Blood Mosquito Valley had yet to give birth