Not His Style

Ling Xiao cried out in delight, "Junior Brother, you're awake!"

Wang Hao nodded, climbed to his feet, and sized up the Blood God in the distance.

"How did you wake up so quickly!?"

The Blood God's expression changed slightly. He knew exactly how heavy his blow had been. Even a Heavenly Rank Realm expert would need more than ten days of unconsciousness before waking up.

Yet Wang Hao, a little brat at Martial Saint Level Seven, had woken up in less than a few minutes. What the hell was this!?

Could it be that even if this brat could not die, he was still not someone the Blood God could handle!?

Wang Hao shouted provocatively, "What the hell are you? You actually dare to boast about going to war with the Demon Realm. If you've got the guts, start one!"

Little White nodded its little head, put its paws on its hips, and said, "That's right! What the hell are you? You actually dare to make an enemy of This Baby Rabbit."

The Blood God's face instantly turned cold as he said in a frosty voice, "Wang Hao, don't get cocky. I will make you wish you were dead, to honor Heidi's spirit in heaven."

"Heidi!?"

Wang Hao tilted his head upward at a forty-five-degree angle and thought for a long while, yet he still could not remember who that was.

"This bastard!"

The Blood God trembled with rage. This bastard was using his daughter's Blood Bead, yet he had forgotten who his daughter was. This was utterly intolerable!

Qian Wanyang stepped forward to remind him, "Boss, the Blood Bead inside your body came from that Heidi."

"Oh!"

Wang Hao immediately remembered. So she was Kula's vampire master.

At that moment, whispers rose from the crowd.

"The Blood God wants