Miss Red Wine and the Old Well's Summons

"Now that's a decent fellow..."

Seeing that he still remembered him, especially the debt he owed over that half a broken blade all those years ago, Hu Ma was pleasantly surprised.

Now that he had blocked the Li Family's magic with his own body, he glanced toward the Blood Stained Pool from the corner of his eye and saw that the situation had grown even more grim. Shao Daozi still had the strongest killing intent, and the roiling pool of blood was flowing into his body.

In terms of sheer presence, everyone else combined could not match him. But at the other end, the killing intent on God-Bestowed King was also rising rapidly, growing several times stronger in an instant.

Could the killing intent on him be rising so quickly because he was slaughtering people across the mortal world?

Those were the three allied armies—all of them his own people.

Never mind how they would seize the Blood Stained Pool; just the casualties alone were more than they could bear. They had to stop him quickly.

Hu Ma wasn't sure how capable this Wicked Ghoul brother was, or whether he could take on God-Bestowed King. But there was no time to think it through, so he immediately said, "I don't need anything else. I just know that back then, whenever you saw something unfair, you'd draw your blade and cut the culprit down."

"Now God-Bestowed King is slaughtering a hundred thousand living people in the mortal world. Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?"

"..."

Thinking of the man's temperament, Hu Ma had hoped that a calamity like this might be enough to persuade him.

But when Wicked Ghoul heard that God-Bestowed King had slaughtered a hundred thousand people, he merely shook his head slowly, his face