53 God Race? Devil Race?

One hour later, Fatty followed behind Chu Yu dejectedly, with a face as if he had just lost both his parents. He looked just like a doormat.

From his retracted neck to his hobbling feet, no one could tell that this was an Invigorated Meridian Stage Six expert.

What expert’s demeanour? What genius’s pride? All of that can go and eat shit!

The dignified heir to the Thief Sect, was actually reduced to being someone’s slave.

This huge disgrace really caused Fan Jian to be unable to lift his spirits.

It was also against his will when he handed over that demonic art manual. Otherwise, Chu Yu would definitely have killed him.

In the cultivation world governed by the law of the jungle, where was there room for emotions?

Moreover, if he could plot and scheme against others, that meant that others could also plot and scheme against him.

A killer must always be ready to get killed.