"So afraid of me?"
Xiao Mingyi sneered, "I can leave, but only if you hand over what Elder Mei left behind."
Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes, "That's absolutely impossible."
"Ding dwarf!"
Xiao Mingyi was furious, "Don't be too greedy! Everything is yours now, you should leave something for me. Back then..."
Ding Xiu struck decisively.
At the tip of his cane, a True Dragon suddenly emerged, instantly opening its giant mouth to devour the Demon Saint's head.
Xiao Mingyi seemed prepared.
From behind him, a third arm extended—a Demon Claw formed purely from Evil Qi—gripping the True Dragon's head firmly.
"Ding dwarf!
"After thousands of years of Blood Sacrifice, I'm now almost at the Empire Realm, and you think I don't know about your hidden injuries?"
He spread his fingers and pressed them abruptly forward.
"Buzz—!"
