"Another Supreme Treasure, I want both of them!"
The Demon Emperor laughed excitedly, seeing the little butterfly disappear from the world, and Chen Lan sitting there in silence, seemingly lost in soul. He couldn't help but shake his head and sneer, "What a pity, that mortal had quite a special physique. But dead is dead, after all, just a mere mortal."
The Demon Emperor was long used to the life and death of mortals, as the grand path is inherently merciless, and there's no need for pity.
Suddenly, the Demon Emperor stretched out his hand, wanting to seize the Demon God Sword. The gigantic hand roared towards it, and just when it was one centimeter away from the Demon God Sword, the sword's body suddenly erupted with blood-red Qi, like needles piercing, causing the large hand to quickly withdraw.
"What the heck is this?" The Demon Emperor withdrew his hand, gritting his teeth.
