"You go first, I'll handle him."
Without even looking back, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand and grasped the air, a long and majestic Eight-sided Han Sword solidified from its hilt in his palm.
Seeing that majestic and mysterious treasure sword, Abe Waka faintly sensed a twisted and sinister power, feeling chills down his spine.
He has another treasure?!
But he quickly regained his composure, Abe Waka didn't waste any words, holding Diao Chan as he transformed into a blur, darting off into the distance.
From an angle she couldn't see, Zhu Haomiao's lips uncontrollably curled upwards, his eyes bursting with a ferocious and insane excitement.
Finally!
Finally, a chance to feed his desire!
As the dust settled, a bright young man patted the dust off himself, staring intently at Zhu Haomiao who was approaching slowly.
It was said that the Dragon's Son was fierce and violent, with a twisted temperament, but he was even more bloodthirsty and insane than expected.
