Shen Sui recalled the storyline involving the Evil Yi Dragon Lord.
As the once most powerful Dragon Lord in the Cultivation World, his status among the Dragon Race had basically been equivalent to that of an Immortal Venerable or Immortal Emperor.
As one of the strongest bosses in the game, countless players had met their downfall at his hands.
Yet Shen Sui had not felt any pressure from this strongest Dragon Lord throughout the entire fight.
After all, by the time he had arrived among the Dragon Race, he had already grinded his strength up to the Immortal Venerable level.
Of course, more importantly, before starting the boss battle, he had first sweet-talked the Evil Yi Dragon Lord's wife and forcibly siphoned off half of the Evil Yi Dragon Lord's cultivation.
Come to think of it, he had only reached the peak of the Immortal Venerable realm thanks to that half of the man's cultivation.
The Soft Rice Stream's bloodsucking did not only target the opposite sex.
After being defeated by Shen Sui, the Evil Yi Dragon Lord had fallen silent, disappearing from the public eye with his wife.
Too much time had passed, so when Shen Sui last visited the Cultivation World, he had never considered what had ultimately become of all those bosses he had defeated.
What? Why had Shen Sui not killed those bosses?
What a joke. If he killed them, how was he supposed to keep sucking their blood?
They had merely been defeated, not killed. They could continue cultivating without end.
Then Shen Sui could endlessly siphon their blood through their Dao companions.
Compared to killing a boss outright, that would obviously yield far more gold.
"I never expected the Evil Yi Dragon Lord to still be alive." After learning that the next opponent would