Dragon God Fist Battles the Devil Race
Seeing that he could not escape this after all, Wu Qinghong swallowed his humiliation and forced a bitter smile as he pulled a Cultivation Method from his clothes.
It was one of two high-grade, seventh-rank Cultivation Methods he had taken from a side hall of the Southern Wasteland Hall, and it suited him extremely well. Now, though, he had no choice but to hand it over.
With him leading the way, the Nine-Headed Snake Race members hardly hesitated before pulling out the things they had only recently obtained.
Quite a few members of Qingmu Sect exchanged glances, but in the end, they chose to follow suit. Jin Shanshan clenched his fists and wrestled with himself for a long while before finally taking out the early eighth-rank Cultivation Method.
It was the highest-level cultivation art in the Southern Wasteland side hall, and he had obtained it through a fortunate twist of fate.
The Man in Black narrowed his eyes and swept everything into his grasp at once, but there was not a single mid-level eighth-rank item among them. He realized these people probably had not even entered the main hall.
He immediately let out a cold laugh. "With so little ambition, it's no wonder the Demon Race is in decline! Take my advice and surrender. The Devil Race will replace you sooner or later!"
Jin Shanshan sneered. "What kind of pipe dream are you having?"
The Man in Black's eyes turned cold. The next instant, he rushed forward at incredible speed and clamped a hand around Jin Shanshan's throat.
Under the crushing pressure of his formidable Early Marquis Realm cultivation, Jin Shanshan could barely breathe, let alone move.
He was pinned firmly in place, his face flushed red and beads of sweat as large