On the vampire warship.
In a cultivation room, the Blood God Clone sized up Xiao Jie's soul and cackled.
Why does this laughter sound so familiar?
He was unwilling to give up. His soul floated weakly in the cage formed by the Dark Flame and he couldn't escape. He could only stare at the Blood God Clone with hatred. Fresh chapters posted on novel⟡fire.net
It was commonly known as the Fury Of Incompetence!
"Xiao Jie, how does it feel to be a prisoner?" The Blood God Clone chuckled.
"Xue! Jue!" Xiao Jie gritted his teeth as he shouted.
"I like your unruly appearance," the Blood God Clone said calmly. Xiao Jie's soul trembled violently a few times as if it was angered. His soul had finally resumed the disgusting appearance of the Devil Mind Race. It looked like a deformed head with eyeballs on it. It was evil and eerie. It glared at the Blood God Clone furiously, wishing it could tear him into pieces.
"Xiao Jie, do you remember this spiritual contract?" The Blood God Clone took out the spiritual contract with Xiao Jie and chuckled.
"You!" Xiao Jie's expression changed entirely. If the Blood God Clone didn't mention it, he would have forgotten about this spiritual
It could only be said that from the start, Xiao Jie had never taken the spiritual contract to heart. He never thought that he would lose to the
But, he still lost in the end...
"No, I didn't lose. I killed more talents in the Light Universe than you." Xiao Jie regained his senses and shouted as if he had caught the last
"But you didn't bring a talent from the Light Universe back," the Blood God Clone said calmly.
Xiao Jie was stunned.
"Also, you have already lost to a heaven realm talent from the Light Universe. What right do you have to fight with me?" The Blood God Clone said.
"You just took advantage of me. If I didn't fight with Wang Teng, you wouldn't be his match. You despicable fellow, I didn't lose, I didn't lose..." Xiao Jie was filled with unwillingness. His eyes were filled with hatred as he roared continuously.
"What a joke!" The Blood God Clone sneered. "You couldn't even withstand his first attack. How could you withstand the second and third?"
"How many Dark Garuda bodies do you have?"
"How many times can you devour a high-tier devil emperor?"
Questions came out of the Blood God Clone's mouth without any mercy. They stabbed right into Xiao Jie's soul like sharp swords.
"You!" Xiao Jie's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His eyes were filled with anger and embarrassment.
At this moment, he felt as if the Blood God Clone had stepped on him and crushed him into pieces. He didn't give him any face at all.
Xiao Jie wanted to refute but he couldn't find a reason to.
He saw the exchange of blows between the Blood God Clone and Wang Teng on the battlefield so he knew clearly that he wouldn't be able to withstand it again.
He could only use the body of the Dark Garuda Race or the high-tier devil emperors he devoured once. He didn't have a second chance.
Xiao Jie didn't expect Wang Teng to be able to execute a saint level array to such an extent.
By right, it was already difficult for a heaven-stage martial warrior to release such an attack once. His Force and spiritual power wouldn't be able to support the operation of the saint level array. However, Wang Teng managed to activate it for a second and even a third time!
What the hell was that!
He still didn't understand how Wang Teng was able to do it. "Now, are you convinced or not?" The Blood God Clone smiled in his heart when he saw the flickering light in Xiao Jie's eyes. Sometimes, Xiao Jie was unwilling, sometimes, he was angry, and sometimes, he was gloomy. The Blood God Clone knew that this Devil Mind Race talent must have been traumatized.
"I... can't accept it!" Xiao Jie regained his senses and said coldly, "Even if I can't beat him, it's because of the saint level array. Without it, Wang Teng is just a heaven-stage martial warrior. I can pinch him to death with one hand."
"Since he's the one who carved the array, this is his ability. If you
didn't have the Dark Garuda Race's body and didn't devour the high-tier devil emperors, you wouldn't be able to do this," the Blood
God Clone said calmly.
"You... you're raising other people's morale and destroying your own!" Xiao Jie was furious. "Wang Teng is a martial warrior from the Light
Universe, which is the nemesis of the Darkland. How can you boost his morale just to slander me?"
"Do you know how you lost?" The Blood God Clone asked calmly. He wasn't angry.
"What do you mean? Are you trying to humiliate me again?" Xiao Jie
"Sigh." The Blood God Clone shook his head. "You still don't understand how you lost. You lost because of your arrogance."
Xiao Jie didn't know what to say. He turned silent.
He didn't want to admit it, but he knew that his arrogance was the main reason for his defeat.
"No one wants to hear the truth," the Blood God Clone responded calmly. "If I hadn't recognized my opponent's ability, I would have resulted up like you."
"I've said what I have to say. I'm too indifferent to talk to you now. It's alright if you accept this spiritual contract, but if you don't, don't blame me for being merciless."