"Bat King Supreme was the grandson of the Seven-Tailed Demon Bat, one of Ming Ge Star's ten demon saints. His talent was extraordinarily high; he was absolutely someone with a chance of cultivating into a god." Mu Yijian stared at Ning Xiaochuan in fear, gritting his teeth as he spoke timidly.
"Seven-Tailed Demon Bat?"
Ning Xiaochuan was startled upon hearing this. As far as he knew, all ten demon saints of Ming Ge Star seemed to have already died.
As the Seven-Tailed Demon Bat's grandson, Bat King Supreme would certainly investigate the matter. But even if he uncovered something, what could he do? Would Bat King Supreme dare seek revenge against Liao?
Still, this matter reminded Ning Xiaochuan that perhaps some other martial artists from the Great Evolution World had already pledged themselves to the God River Civilization. After all, many people cared most about their own interests.
So long as there was a chance to cultivate into a Supreme, many of the Sect Leaders from the sacred lands of the Sky Void Continent would likely be willing to become the God River Civilization's lackeys.
Whoosh!
Ning Xiaochuan's gaze darkened. Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his arm, and the Demon Sword swept out, directly slaying Mu Yijian and the others.
"Let's go!"
Ning Xiaochuan and Little Red walked out of the Heaven Treasure Pavilion.
The low-cultivation martial artists inside the Heaven Treasure Pavilion all stared at Ning Xiaochuan and Little Red in terror, retreating without stop as though they were looking at two Killing Stars. Ning Xiaochuan paid them no heed. They were merely minor lackeys, so he would spare them a path of life.
Ning Xiaochuan and Little Red set out alone, no longer traveling by ship with those independent cultivators. Otherwise, they would waste too much time.