"Senior sister, as long as you hand over your Primordial Spirit Mark, I won't harm you and will heal your injuries," the young man named Wang Ming said with a sneer, looking at the beautiful senior sister in front of him.
He had coveted this senior sister for a long time but never had the chance to make a move.
This time, unexpectedly, the senior sister was injured by a God Level Dragon Blood Tigon, severely wounded, which for him was naturally a great opportunity.
He wouldn't let such an opportunity slip.
Once he enslaves her, he can do whatever he wants, and he'll have a Top-grade Divine Level bodyguard.
As for Xu Nian, he had noticed him too.
But a mere Nether Emperor Level ant wouldn't affect his plans at all.
"Don't think about it, even if I die, I won't hand over my Primordial Spirit Mark," the beautiful woman said resolutely.
Her gaze at Wang Ming was filled with intense anger.
