"Th-this was a late-stage third-rank Poisonous Flood Dragon Demon King!"
"And it was just beaten to death like that?"
"The master's methods truly cannot be measured by common sense."
"He practically has the makings of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
"At this rate, even if I only get to drink the broth, I believe I won't be far from late-stage third rank."
The Devouring Sky Rat knew the Azure-Faced Poisonous Flood Dragon's strength better than anyone. Among the many Demon Kings of the Beast Cry Mountain Range, it could be counted among the very best.
Moreover, it possessed the bloodline of a royal demon beast, something ordinary members of the Demon Race could not possibly compare to.
Yet such a powerful opponent had still died at its master's hands. It felt like a dream.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Wonderful!"
"So this is the end you came to!"
"You've truly helped me vent my anger!"
"This calls for a great cup of wine!"
The Devouring Sky Rat bore deep hatred toward the Azure-Faced Poisonous Flood Dragon. If not for the other party's coercion back then, it would not have nearly lost its life.
Now that the Azure-Faced Poisonous Flood Dragon was dead, many demons who had suffered under its oppression could finally break free from its tyrannical shadow.
Qin Ming ignored the chattering Devouring Sky Rat at his side. He took out a restorative pill, swallowed it, and began meditating to recover.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
The color had returned somewhat to Qin Ming's face. Though the battle just now had been brief,
he had consecutively used several of his life-saving trump cards. Even with magical power as abundant as that of a golden core late stage cultivator, he was beginning to find himself unable to keep