"Why do you care who I am?"
Feng Jiu glanced away and snorted coldly: "Do you want to take your people and leave> Or do you want to fight with me? You choose. I'll warn you first, I'm not as easy to deal with as the old man."
When Sage Hun Yuan who was sitting cross-legged at the back heard this, the corners of his lips twitched. What did he mean by he was not as easy to deal with like the old man? Was he saying that the old man was not as good as him? The little scoundrel, he was indeed a little scoundrel who didn't know what love and respect was.
Upon hearing Feng Jiu's words, the Blood Demon laughed and looked at him with interest: "Do you think you're qualified to fight with me?"
Feng Jiu curled her lips and smiled: "You can give it a go and see whether I'm qualified or not. Do you want to fight alone or with a group? It's up to you."
