The moment Wang Ping heard the words "Blood Sacrifice," his brow twitched. Within the Demon Race, only great demons with a true heritage could obtain such a Secret Technique. Furthermore, behind anyone who knew this technique, there was sure to be a Giant Demon—or even a True Monarch!
Zi Luan's earlier comment was really just a courtesy to the figure backing the Snake Demon. Otherwise, if they had actually pursued it, they had plenty of ways to kill it.
"The other one is a Taiyan Cultivator. It must be Wu Ma Daoist's head disciple, Guanmao!"
Wang Ping spoke as if to himself, yet his words were also a reminder to everyone present. Like Zi Luan, he raised his head to gaze above the clouds.
The figure from above the clouds was descending rapidly, appearing in their field of vision in the blink of an eye. He was a dashing young man dressed in a gray scholar's robe and a black cloth cap. However, the gruesome wound on his chest lent his handsome features a bizarre air.
