Crash!
Rumble!
Blood Demon Qi raged like mountains roaring and seas surging, a terrifying sight.
Standing before it, Shang Cheng held his breath. A trace of fear gripped him, especially as the Blood Demon Qi kept approaching without slowing in the slightest. His heart began to pound.
So strong. This man makes my blood run cold. He's probably a Half-Step Sovereign too!
Shang Cheng was alarmed. At a distance, he had felt the pressure, but nowhere near this strongly. Now they were close, and the Blood Demon Qi showed no sign of stopping.
Shang Cheng regretted his decision.
This Devil Race Limit Creation before him did not seem easy to deal with.
He wanted to get away, but at the thought of his plan, he forced himself to stay.
Besides,
he was a Limit Creation too!
He was even a genius of the Insect Race. If he fled without the courage to so much as speak to the other man, people would laugh their teeth out when word spread.
"I am Shang Cheng. May I ask your name?" Shang Cheng stood in midair, cupped his hands, and called out.
"Shang Cheng?"
A cold, bloodthirsty, rasping voice came from within. Hearing it alone was deeply unsettling.
Whoosh!
The Blood Demon Qi swept onward without slowing.
Shang Cheng froze. The other man knew who he was yet still refused to stop. His expression changed, anger rising in his eyes.
"Hmph. I merely came to pass on something I've learned. Given your formidable strength, I imagine Celestial Pivot Daoist's treasures interest you. I know a man who has five billion Xuanhuang Stones. His name is Qin Hao."
Shang Cheng spoke at once, his Myriad Laws Dao Resonance circulating as he prepared to flee at any moment.
"Qin Hao?"
The cold, savage, bloodthirsty voice