Demon Emperor Sacred Weapon

"Goodbye. Better yet, never see each other again. This Daoist has had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to run into a monster like you."

Another stream of radiant light soon crashed onto the ground.

He cautiously dug open the stone wall, and intoxicating purple light immediately flowed out, bathing his palm in crystalline brilliance. Purple Qi filled the air, making people feel exceptionally comfortable. It was actually a purple thumb ring, wreathed in violet haze and countless auspicious rays—one could not help but like it at first sight.

Ye Fan idly fiddled with the Purple Jade Thumb Ring in his hand.

"3, 2,"

A gust of wind swept past.

This time, Duan De did not shout loudly. Instead, he furtively scanned the surroundings, his plump body displaying extraordinary agility.

He would not be satisfied if he did not take a share of Ye Fan's opportunity. Otherwise, he would be letting down the name Duan De.

A dog should not be too Black Emperor; a man should not be too Duan De.

He secretly looked around, only relaxing after confirming that Ji Hao was nowhere to be found.

"I knew it," Ye Fan said weakly.

"Young friend, you and I truly are fated." Duan De's face did not redden in the slightest. With a solemn expression, he counted on his fingers and said, "Look, we have met three times in such a short while. How can you say we are not fated? It is the will of Heaven!"

"To hell with Heaven's will!" Ye Fan raised his foot, wanting to kick Duan De's fat ass a couple of times. But considering the gap in their strength, he ultimately forced down his anger.

"Indeed, indeed." Ji Hao had appeared behind Duan De at some point. He nodded in agreement as well. "We