"Demon Emperor blood essence..."
The young woman fell silent. After a long while, she sighed.
"If you ever ran into a Demon Emperor, you'd be lucky to escape with your life."
Even among the Demon Suppression Army, the generals who commanded millions of its soldiers wouldn't dare claim they could kill a Demon Emperor in the Demon Domain and take its blood essence—especially with relations between the two races so tense.
Shi Qinghu said nothing more. He silently dragged the giant crocodile along.
He had spent so long honing himself out in the world that he was no longer as impetuous as before, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with anyone.
Before the demon calamity struck, his life's ambition had been no more than to become an Earthly Fiend Realm warrior like his father, guard a city, and range across the surrounding thousand miles.
But now, his horizons had broadened. He was no longer confined to one small corner of the world. His elder sister had rebuilt his Dao foundation, giving him the chance to reverse the course of his life.
If he still couldn't make a name for himself, he'd be unworthy of being a son of the Shi Clan.
The Divine Martial Great World, northern territory of the Great Meng Sacred Court.
A cloud of black demonic mist streaked across the sky. More than a hundred shapeshifting Demon Kings surrounded Qing Lan as they raced toward the Lan Clan's ancestral grounds.
Qing Lan sat sideways in the middle of the demonic cloud, her face pale. A gaping hole marred her chest where her heart had been completely torn apart. Arrow energy rampaged around the wound, preventing it from healing. If her true form hadn't been a green lotus, that arrow would have destroyed her physical