"Roar~"
The Dog Demon opened its bloody maw, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth. It let out a low growl, sounding more like a plea for mercy than a threat.
Demon beasts were far more sensitive to killing intent than humans. It seemed to know that the power Chen Zhuo kept hidden within him was far greater than what he had shown.
Even the few blades he had swung when he first burst in had been dazzling enough.
"Smack."
Chen Zhuo patted the Dog Demon's massive head with the back of his blade. Though he turned to look ahead, the corner of his eye stayed firmly fixed on the Dog Demon.
Among everyone present, the Dog Demon posed a far greater threat than the rest.
But he had no Spirit Turtle shell powder on him. If he cut the Dog Demon down in one strike, he would lose a great deal of False Blood, let alone True Blood.
Even though this Dog Demon was only a First-Tier Demon Beast, obtaining all the True Blood in its body would bring him very close to his second blood exchange.
"Chen Zhuo!!!"
Just as Chen Zhuo's thoughts were racing, a furious roar suddenly came from up ahead.
He looked over. In the crowd, Huang Yuan'er slowly got to his feet, supported by the people around him.
"Drip."
"Drip."
Blood slowly trickled from his wounds, falling to the ground one drop at a time.
After a fit of hysterics, Huang Yuan'er endured the agony and leaned on his saber like a cane, swaying unsteadily where he stood.
His eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
"It's hard to imagine that you're nothing more than a White-Uniform Runner, a country bumpkin from the outer city, and yet you've cultivated your martial arts to this level."
Huang