The Old Devil's Apprehension, Exiled to the Battlefield

Otherwise, why would Ling Xiao still be alive and well after offending that Realm Lord?

That man must possess something the Realm Lord needed, which was why he had not been killed all this time. Once one thought of it that way, everything made sense.

The Blood Moon Demon God's expression shifted unpredictably as countless thoughts churned through his mind, endlessly filling in the blanks.

He was not the only one. After hearing Ling Xiao's words, Paper Kite at his side also wore a strange, suspicious expression.

"So that's how it is..."

"This guy has some unspeakable secret with that Realm Lord."

The little girl's imagination ran wild, but no matter how she pieced things together, she could not figure out what precious divine treasure Ling Xiao possessed that could make a Realm Lord covet it.

"Blood Moon Demon God, do you still intend to take me as your disciple now?"

Ling Xiao asked with a grave expression, though inwardly he was already laughing wildly. The excuse had come to him on a sudden whim.

But it was highly effective. The Blood Moon Demon God had clearly been bluffed by him.

Ling Xiao was still no match for the Blood Moon Demon God. His power of transcendence had yet to be created and was still incomplete.

Avoiding his sharp edge was the best choice.

"What utter nonsense! Boy, do you think you can bluff me with just a few words? A mere ant like you—what could you possibly have that is worth a Realm Lord's coveting?"

The Blood Moon Demon God bellowed, his voice incomparably resounding, as though he did not believe a word of it. Yet that unusually raised voice only proved that his heart did not truly think so.

There was a trace of uncertainty, a trace of