"Stop!" A cold shout burst from the mouth of one of the First-Level Demons. He cast a sidelong glance at Blood Spirit before turning his chilling gaze on Han Shuo. "Who are you?"
From the moment this member of the First-Level Demons appeared, Han Shuo had recognized his identity from his clothing and the insignia on his chest—a member of the Black Demon Guards!
In Black Jade Demon King City, only the Black Demon Guards would be so arrogant and aloof! Although this fellow's rank within the Black Demon Guards was not particularly high, that did not stop him from throwing his weight around in front of others.
"You'll find out who I am. I suggest you stay out of my business." Ignoring the Black Demon Guard's cold demand, Han Shuo smiled calmly. He glanced at Blood Spirit, who had abruptly stopped at the first-level demon's shout, and instructed him sternly, "Kill those clowns for me. You don't need to concern yourself with anything else."
Clearly, Blood Spirit also recognized the first-level demon's identity. In Black Jade Demon King City, the Black Demon Guards were Demon King Manticore's right and left hands. Their strength and authority inspired awe in everyone, let alone Blood Spirit, who lived at the very bottom of society. That deeply rooted terror and timidity had long since sunk into the depths of Blood Spirit's soul. It truly was not something that could be changed all at once.
After Han Shuo's stern instructions, Blood Spirit hesitantly looked at the Black Demon Guard's cold, sinister face, then glanced back at his mysterious master's composed bearing. He considered it silently for a moment, and his stubborn streak asserted itself. His gaze suddenly hardened like iron. Without sparing another glance at the lofty Black Demon Guard, Blood Spirit lowered his