Six Great Saint Emperors (Request for Monthly Tickets)

"Haha, then I must thank the Saint Son for his generosity, for leaving me two tenths." The Blood Demon God Lord, gaunt as a skeleton, smiled obsequiously.

But in his heart, the Blood Demon God Lord secretly seethed with resentment. He had schemed for ages and laid countless plans, finally seizing his chance to annihilate the entire essence of Yue Kingdom in one fell swoop. Even with the blood, souls, and spirits of countless immortals and demons, he had only managed to refine dozens of Demon Blood Orbs.

Yet the other man had come rushing over without pause, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

The key point was—

The Blood Demon God Lord still did not dare offend him. In terms of strength, the other man was a fourth-stage Sovereign, while the Blood Demon God Lord was only a third-stage Sovereign.

As for status, the difference was like that between heaven and earth. One was merely an ordinary disciple of the Divine Sect, while the other was its Saint Son.

"Blood Demon, rest assured."

As if sensing the Blood Demon God Lord's thoughts, the Silver Robe Man smiled. "You offered me the Demon Blood Orbs. I'll remember that. When I become a Saint and take charge of the Divine Sect, I'll naturally look after you."

"Then I'll thank the Saint Son in advance." The Blood Demon God Lord's face lit up with excitement and delight.

But in his heart, he secretly scoffed.

A Saint? The Saint Son held a lofty position, but every generation of the Divine Sect had nearly a hundred Saint Sons. It would be remarkable if even one of them became a Saint after all those endless years.

Saints truly stood at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms.

The Silver Robe Man smiled