Internal Cultivation on the Verge of Greatness

Zhao Han hadn't moved a single step. He watched the demon and the fiend put on their little show from the very same rock.

Whether they were genuinely acting or putting on a performance, neither could escape his grasp.

When the Molten Lava Giant Dragon returned, it wore a fawning expression as it looked at Zhao Han. It swung its tail and brought the bound Black Wind Fiend forward.

"My lord, I have accomplished the task you entrusted to me. I captured Black Wind Fiend alive and brought him back for you to deal with!"

Seeing the Molten Lava Giant Dragon's complete lack of dignity, acting just like a lowly servant, left the bound Black Wind Fiend dumbfounded.

And you said you weren't involved? With an attitude this servile, I'd believe you if you said you were Zhao the Bloodsucker's lapdog.

"Not bad, not bad. You did well. You've truly shown me what it means to 'prefer the Peach Garden's oath of brotherhood to a single stick of incense at Wagang.'"

"So-called plastic brothers really do only know how to stab each other in the back!"

"Black Wind Fiend, do you know what kind of person I hate most? I told you to wait obediently and enjoy the good life with me, but instead you ran off behind my back."

Zhao Han smiled at Black Wind Fiend as he spoke, making sure the Molten Lava Giant Dragon heard him too.

Who knew whether the Molten Lava Giant Dragon had taken his words to heart? Demons were generally much slower to react than humans.

"Lord Zhao, I was captured by the people of Yin Corpse Mound! I never wanted to betray you!"

Black Wind Fiend begged for mercy through sobs. His tears and snot turned into black smoke the moment they