"Interesting."
Ye Lin's words made Jian Changfeng look at him in a new light. From the looks of it, he was about to witness quite a show.
Jian Changfeng said nothing to this and continued watching the high platform ahead.
"Hmph, Blood Slaughter, you want this thing? Then I refuse to let you have your way. You won't be leaving here alive today, so hurry up and wait obediently for death."
"Blood Slaughter, cherish the last of your good days."
Hearing those words, Ye Lin slowly picked up the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword and gently laid it across his lap.
He had really only come for the Seven-Colored Lotus today. Why were these people so eager to court death?
Since they were seeking death, then he would not hold back.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword was still lacking quite a bit of tempering. He would use these people's lives to make up for it.
"Since no one is raising the bid, this Vermilion Bird Fruit belongs to King Zhao."
Wei Wuyou smiled faintly at the sight from above.
Nine Kings?
Heh, merely nine worms.
Their day of death had arrived, yet they did not even know it.
He had invited Jian Changfeng himself, so he naturally knew Jian Changfeng's temperament.
Jian Changfeng was even more arrogant than the Nine Kings, and only Yun Xuan had ever commanded his respect.
Later, Yun Xuan died, and no one could suppress Jian Changfeng any longer. That only made him even more overbearing.
And now, the fact that Blood Slaughter could be treated so courteously by Jian Changfeng already spoke volumes.
Yet the Nine Kings still had not realized the gravity of the situation and continued to provoke him.
Tsk. Wei Wuyou seemed to have already guessed a few things.
Judging from Blood Slaughter's conduct over