"Cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Hearing her blurt it out so brazenly, Zhao Ding was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out.
Even though he had always considered himself the sort who spoke without restraint.
He still could not bring himself to badmouth someone in front of a person whose cultivation was close to his own, who could fly a thousand zhang above the ground while he could only gaze at them in helpless longing.
Compared to Destroyer of Three Immortals, he was still far too lacking.
"What are you still hesitating for? Does being someone's dog really make you happier than working with me?" Destroyer of Three Immortals asked again.
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes, truly not knowing what to say about this young mistress.
You were telling someone who could flee at any moment and go report it all about betrayal and killing their own people—were you really not brain-dead?
Destroyer of Three Immortals clearly had no intention of wasting time with him.
Seeing him roll his eyes.
She subconsciously raised her head and glanced toward the sky, a cold smile appearing at the corners of her lips.
"Get down here!"
A chilly, delicate shout rang out.
The howl of wind suddenly rose.
With a muffled boom, a Beastmen Race roc, crimson-gold all over but visibly misshapen, fell from the sky.
It landed stiffly right before them.
The sight nearly made Qin Shaofeng leap in fright.
What shocked him most was this.
The instant Destroyer of Three Immortals' voice rang out, he clearly felt the sense of danger that had constantly enveloped him vanish in an instant.
Seeing that roc with his own eyes immediately confirmed it for him.
The one who had been locking onto him all along—or rather, the one giving him that feeling of