Rong Hao stared at Li Xiaoqiang and Bai Ling, saying, "What do you mean, fellow cultivators? We found this millennia-old Spirit Grass first!"
Li Xiaoqiang's icy aura enveloped Rong Hao, instantly making Rong Hao shiver all over, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
A middle-aged man behind him quickly stepped in front of Rong Hao to withstand the killing intent emanating from Li Xiaoqiang!
At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang was a Demon Cultivator, his face devoid of any emotion, like a block of ice. He spoke in a voice as cold as bone-chilling wind, "This millennia-old Spirit Grass is ours now, scram!"
Immediately, tensions rose between both parties!
A middle-aged man in black standing next to Rong Hao whispered, "Young Master, what should we do now? This young Demon Path cultivator is very powerful. Even if we defeat him, we probably won't have the chance to kill the Sand Dragon and obtain the millennia-old Spirit Grass!"
