The words had barely left his mouth when he saw the blood-dripping Crag Mountain Saber in Lu Ye's hand, and he froze. "You killed him?"
This was truly a barking-at-shadows kind of oddity. Mere blood food actually had the guts to kill the Sacred Race? He had lived all these years and had never seen such a thing.
But he had just sensed Lu Ye's Spiritual Power fluctuations. He was only a Human Race cultivator of the Spirit Stream Realm, probably a villager from some nearby village. With cultivation like that, how could he possibly kill one of the Sacred Race?
That Sacred Race member had been a Cloud River Realm cultivator, after all.
Just as he was wavering in shock and doubt, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he fixed his gaze on Lu Ye. "What are you eating?"
Lu Ye looked at him, chewing with loud cracks. That sound felt exceptionally familiar to the Blood Race member.
He had eaten the Blood Crystals of his own kind before too...
What made him feel even more horrified was that after seeing him, these two pieces of blood food showed not the slightest fear. Instead, they seemed a little eager to try.
The Blood Race member finally realized something was wrong. He turned and was about to flee, but in the next instant, pain exploded through his mind, as though someone had smashed an invisible sledgehammer into his head. He could not help staggering a few steps before falling on his rear.
By the time he came back to his senses, two figures had already appeared in front of him, looking down from above, one on the left and one on the right, staring at him expressionlessly.
"How dare you!" the Blood Race member flew into a rage. A noble member