"Thank you for your generous offer, Senior, but I have already pledged myself to a Master and cannot join the Blood Sect."
Long Yan spoke each word clearly and deliberately, and for some reason, this attitude greatly infuriated Elder Xuehe.
"Stubborn fool!"
With a cold tone, after dropping those four words, Elder Xuehe began forming a scarlet orb of light in his hands, as fresh blood from surrounding creatures, both human and animal, within a mile converged into the orb in his hands.
That faint sense of oppression made Long Yan's scalp tingle; the originally fist-sized blood orb had now grown to eclipse the sun, looking like a small sun itself.
