I Can Pick Up the Spoils Too

"Heh, a mere High-level Saint Venerable dares to court death? Die!!"

The Prime Devil Race warrior laughed wildly, his face filled with certainty.

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and pretended to be losing as he retreated.

Yet he had already prepared a thunderous strike in secret.

His purpose in coming out was clear: he only needed to hide his identity and stop the Prime Devil Race's sneak attack.

He merely wanted to preserve the Ancient Xia Universe's strength. As for killing the Prime Devil Race, it would not be too late once there were fewer people around!

Thus, he did not use any methods related to himself. Instead, he casually took out a valuable battle sword from his spoils.

"Thank you for your help, brother!!"

Saint Peng had clearly noticed this. Laughing loudly, he smashed a fist into the Prime Devil Race's initial-stage Quasi-Emperor.

Countless sparks burst apart.

Bang!

With a tremendous crash, the Prime Devil Race expert was sent stumbling back several steps, his blood and qi churning violently.

And at that moment.

Saint Peng suddenly opened his mouth wide.

A dragon-shaped sword shadow flew out from his mouth.

The sword shadow was like a heavenly dragon descending upon the world, and like a river of stars spanning the sky.

The dazzling sword light carried an incomparably sharp aura as it stabbed directly toward the Prime Devil Race expert's heart.

"Ah!"

The Prime Devil Race expert let out a miserable scream. Struck by the sword, he was sent flying.

And at that moment.

Xu Qing flashed forward and chased after him.

He seized the Prime Devil Race expert by the neck and crushed it with a powerful squeeze.

Immediately afterward, terrifying lightning mixed with the twelve fundamental laws of the universe transformed into a sea of lightning that swallowed