"Hmph, you killed my clansmen. How can I let you leave?" A cold snort came from below the sea of blood.
"They were just some primary-rank Blood Swordfish. Are you planning to start a war with us?" Xalid said coldly.
To him, these Blood Swordfish were looking for trouble. Did they think that they were made of mud?
"That sounds like my ancestor!" On the Blood Spirit Flying Vessel, Xalio suddenly noticed something and said.
"Your ancestor?" The Blood God Clone was stunned.
"Yes, the person who spoke just now should be my ancestor. I'm very familiar with him." Xalio nodded. He didn't notice the change in his master's expression.
"Hmph!" The Blood God Clone smiled.
"Primary-rank Blood Swordfish?"
At this moment, an angry laugh came from the churning blood waves. A huge Blood Swordfish appeared and roared, "You killed an Ultimate Stage imperial-level presence from my race. How can you make it sound so simple? Do you think the Blood Swordfish race is easy to bully?"
