Boom!
The demonic follower shrieked and fell, his body bursting apart.
Hong Yuan dashed forward, his fist armor gleaming coldly, and hammered a punch savagely onto the follower's head.
One punch to smash the skull!
"Hmph, a mere Middle Stage Yin Realm demonic follower dares think to devour me?"
Hong Yuan dropped from above, looking at the corpse with a cold sneer.
Tap~~
Footsteps sounded abruptly.
Hong Yuan whirled around with lightning speed, his expression startled: "Qian people?"
In an instant, his face turned playful.
The Barbarian Race royal courts were not without Qian people; in fact, compared to inside the tribes, they were quite numerous.
Most of them were slaves!
But it was rare for a Qian person to set foot here.
At least, this was his first time.
"Kid, whose slave are you? A mere True Void Realm dares run around this place."
Hong Yuan's face was hostile; if this was just some household's slave, he'd kill him without a thought.
