In her words, there was immense confidence.
Beside Ye Li, another woman with a small, emaciated figure and a black face looked at Zhou Yan with dead, dry eyes. "Is this the Thunder Flame Sword Body? He has decent Blood Qi. I like it; absorbing him would be greatly beneficial."
"Blood Demon Holy Daughter, this is Zhou Yan, the Thunder Flame Sword Body. He once knelt before our Young Master Tian Lun Spirits," the glamorous red-clad woman laughed.
"So, he's a fool who has knelt before. That means the Heavenly Dao and the Thunder Flame Aura in his Blood Qi have been half wasted. Absorbing him would be uncomfortable. Xiang Lin, go and kill him."
The thin, black-faced woman licked her lips, and her dry eyes showed a hint of Blood Light, looking extremely ferocious.
"Hah, a bunch of trash, come at me all at once," Zhou Yan said after glancing at the four of them.
As he spoke, an aura akin to the raging fury of the Thunder God manifested around him.
