Feeling the malice from the ghost cultivator elder, Dao Thirteen flashed and stood in front of Lu Ye, his gaze heavy and his aura ready to burst forth.
The ghost cultivator elder's steps paused, slightly surprised.
"They are not Blood Slaves," the sword cultivator elder known as Jian Guhong slowly opened his eyes and said.
"How can you tell?" The ghost cultivator elder tilted his head to look at him.
Jian Guhong's gaze was as sharp as a sword, looking at Dao Thirteen standing in front of Lu Ye: "This person should be a Dao soldier!"
"Dao soldier?" Several people were momentarily stunned and carefully appraised.
After a while, the magic cultivator woman nodded slightly: "I knew there was something strange about him; turns out he's a Dao soldier. Your eyes are truly sharp to see through his guise at a glance."
The ghost cultivator elder was stunned: "How can there be a Dao soldier in the Blood Refinement World?" He looked at Lu Ye: "Kid, did you refine this Dao soldier?"
