At the foot of Flame Mountain stood an enormous plaza.
Top-secret defensive lines had been established around it, and even Rising Generals were forbidden from approaching.
As for protection, with two Great Martial Venerables present, who else did they need?
Jiang Li stood in the plaza. The Book's Inner Universe stirred slightly, and the first thing to emerge was Little Kun Emperor's corpse.
Jiang Li enveloped it in mental power, keeping even a single drop of Little Kun Emperor's blood from spilling.
A Second Grade Demon King with a Demon Emperor bloodline—even one drop of his blood was a priceless material for research. Every pharmacist in Great Xia would go mad over it.
"This... this really is the remains of a Second Grade Demon King, and so fresh, too."
"A Demon Emperor bloodline! Hahaha! To think that I, Zhao Xuandu, would get to see and touch a Demon Emperor bloodline in my lifetime!"
Zhao Xuandu seemed to have gone mad. He rushed straight over and stroked Little Kun Emperor's remains.
Jiang Li did not stop him. He was not petty enough to begrudge him that.
"Um, Elder Zhao, there's more!"
Jiang Li coughed lightly, then brought out the remains of the Demon King Crane Official.
"This one falls a little short!"
In the past, the sight of a Second Grade Demon King's remains would have sent Zhao Xuandu into raptures. After seeing Little Kun Emperor's remains, however, his standards had risen dramatically.
"Indeed!" Jiang Li nodded. Beside him, Lu Hu fell completely silent at their exchange.
Were they even speaking like normal people?
These were the remains of a Second Grade Demon King! Even the weapons, pills, and injections made from the worst Second Grade Demon King would be enough to drive every Martial Venerable in Great Xia wild.
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