Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, Xiaotian Dog, Erlang God Set Arrives

Xiaotian Dog crouched on the ground, the blood all over him not yet dry.

But after he heard the words Qin Mu, those eyes that had been fierce and wary actually filled with awe in an instant.

In the Primordial Wilderness, the strong were countless.

But there were some names one did not need to see in person at all. Merely hearing them was enough to press down on the minds of ten thousand demons and ten thousand immortals.

Qin Mu, Senior Disciple Brother of the Jie Teachings, was one of them.

Xiaotian Dog said in a low voice, "Senior is actually a disciple under Saint Qin Mu."

"Xiaotian was much too offensive just now. I ask Senior to forgive me."

Yang Jian looked at him, his expression without the slightest arrogance.

He merely put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and said flatly, "You need not fear me because of my Master."

"I saved you not for your Heavenly Demon bloodline either."

Xiaotian Dog raised his head, hesitation still in his eyes.

The Primordial Wilderness was too cruel.

He had once watched with his own eyes as his clansmen were slaughtered, their demon cores dug out, their true blood drawn away.

Those Demon Soldiers who had killed their way into the ancestral land of the Heavenly Demon clan had also said many pleasant-sounding words.

But in the end, when the blood cauldron was lit and the young children of the clan were thrown inside, all those words turned into laughter.

So he did not trust kindness.

Especially not kindness without cause or reason.

Yang Jian saw what was in his eyes.

It was not simple vigilance.

It was a lone beast drenched in blood, one that no longer dared to lightly stretch out its claws.

Yang Jian was silent for