"Senior, the Xiao Xuan you're looking for is in the deepest region of this Heavenly Tomb. If you want to find him, you'll probably encounter many Dou Sheng experts."
The Blood Saber Saint spoke respectfully to Ling Feng beside him.
Their earlier clash had already turned the proud Blood Saber Saint into a husky, who only dared wag his tail before Ling Feng.
"Even if Xiao Xuan came here, he'd have to kneel before me."
Seeing how wary the Blood Saber Saint was of that deepest region, Ling Feng curled his lips slightly and smiled confidently.
The Blood Saber Saint's red eyebrows twitched. You really know how to blow your own trumpet!
Although he did not know Ling Feng's true strength, their earlier clash had led the Blood Saber Saint to believe he was a late-stage Dou Sheng expert.
Although Xiao Xuan was now nothing more than a soul, not even a late-stage Dou Sheng expert would dare underestimate a Peak Dou Sheng soul. Thus, the Blood Saber Saint believed Ling Feng might be capable of challenging Xiao Xuan, but not strong enough to make an expert like him kneel in submission.
Of course, he would never reveal his inner thoughts. On the surface, the Blood Saber Saint nodded and bowed, playing the bootlicker so perfectly that Ling Feng could not detect the slightest trace of acting.
Ling Feng glanced at the Blood Saber Saint and said with some distaste, "Could you stop being such a bootlicker? Where did all that swagger from earlier go?"
"How would I dare swagger before you?"
The Blood Saber Saint smiled fawningly, as though possessed by a husky, while inwardly grumbling nonstop. I'd love to swagger too, but if I did, I wouldn't survive another two chapters.
Taken in by his outward behavior, Ling