"Demon King, you handle this guy first, I don't want to make a move and dirty my hands."
As soon as Ren Feifan finished speaking, Ying Xueyong frowned, because there were only two people around. Who was this kid talking to?
Could it be that he had delusions? Or schizophrenia?
But even if this kid was mentally ill, it wouldn't stop him from becoming a soul under his blade!
The next second, the longsword in his hand chopped directly at Ren Feifan's neck, the blade glowing with streaming light, moving extremely fast.
Ren Feifan had thought that the Demon King would personally take action, but unexpectedly, the Demon King casually threw out a sentence:
"Now I try to avoid acting if possible. Last time I wanted to use the power of your Earth Eye to recover, but I didn't expect that woman to emerge suddenly. I had to give up then. Now my soul is somewhat weak, so it's all up to you. Think positively, fighting a half-God Realm opponent doesn't happen often, cherish it."
