The Blood Devour Dragon Pearl was originally called the Thousand Vein Dragon Pearl. After the Bloodforged Patriarch set up a blood-devouring formation within it, it transformed into a terrifying treasure.
Now, Sikong Jing had yet to completely undo the final layer of restrictions inside the Blood Devour Dragon Pearl. In other words, he had not fully made it his own, and some incomparably secret things still lay hidden within it.
Whenever it encountered a powerhouse from Dragon Controlling Mountain, the blood-devouring formation would quietly release a concealed ripple on its own.
Even though a soundproof barrier surrounded the guest rooms, Cold Dragon Patriarch still sensed it.
"Master, no matter who obtained the Blood Devour Dragon Pearl, we should immediately take it back..."
The young man beside Cold Dragon Patriarch was precisely his disciple.
At that moment, he lightly licked his lips. He did not care about Bloodforged Patriarch's death, nor did he care how the Blood Devour Dragon Pearl had suddenly traveled here from the remote Eastern Plains. But he cared deeply about the imperial artifact itself.
As long as they got their hands on it, it would become theirs.
Cold Dragon Patriarch nodded and said coldly, "We'll talk after getting to the bottom of this. Let's see who obtained your Bloodforged Martial Uncle's Blood Devour Dragon Pearl. I'll go out and ask around carefully now..."
Upon hearing this, Cold Dragon Patriarch's disciple's eyes filled with anticipation as he rubbed his fists together.
Outside Willow Leaf Holy Manor, Sikong Jing, who had already boarded the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion and departed, gave a faint smile.
Though Ye Wucan was also detestable, people who put profit above all else were not difficult to deal with...
Sikong Jing's negotiation this time had gone like this: he revealed his so-called Sacred Body to