After the Demon Blade beheaded Perrick, it started to tremble wildly in Li Zheng's hand. A simple yet crude thought appeared in Li Zheng's mind.
"Blood!"
"Blood!"
"Blood!!!"
The Demon Blade was calling, calling out for Perrick's blood with an unusual fervor, as if it would even cut Li Zheng if he didn't let go.
"Quiet!"
Bang~!
Li Zheng punched the blade, angrily reprimanding it.
The Demon Blade didn't care, as if it felt no pain or itch, continuing to demand blood ferociously.
The blade trembled violently, and Li Zheng was unable to hold it with one hand, ready to drop it at any moment.
This time, Li Zheng truly became angry. He gripped the blade with both hands and placed it on the ground, stepping on it, looking down at the Demon Blade: "I told you to be quiet!"
The second warning carried less emotion, and unlike the first time, it was cold and hard.
"Blood!"
"Blood?"
