702 Blood Demon Grand Magic

"Interesting," murmured Patriarch Darkheaven. "The Patriarch did not assign him a mountain peak, nor any followers, huh…? What does that mean?" He appeared in the form of a boy wearing scholar's garment, and he stood there with his arms clasped behind his back.

"Master," said one of the apprentices standing behind him, "why the hell does a stranger get to be the Blood Prince? I can't accept this!"

"Yeah, allow us to go fight this Meng Hao guy, Master! Let's see whether or not he has the skill to act as the Blood Prince!"

"What's your rush?" the boy said with a ghastly chuckle. "There will most certainly be others who are in much more of a hurry than you." Without another word, he turned to head back into his Immortal's cave.

The seven apprentices' killing intent filled the air. They exchanged glances and then stared back at Meng Hao as he descended the stone steps of Mount Blood Demon.