Must Not Be Humiliated

A massage from head to toe, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

This was what Lu Ming had done to Queen Blade.

It was also what Queen Blade had experienced.

Of course, this massage session would not be complete without a little snack - the six remaining insect eggs of Queen Blade and the two remaining dung beetle generals all became part of Queen Blade's meal.

About ten minutes later, the massage was over.

As expected, another golden cicada flew out of the blurry flesh and instantly disappeared.

"Your secret technique is not bad, but you picked the wrong opponent, you bitch!"

Lu Ming cursed, abandoning his usual affable demeanor - this meant that Lu Ming's anger had not subsided…

Fight to the death, it was not just an empty phrase!

Moreover, Lu Ming had already sensed that Queen Blade, who had come back from the dead, had dropped from Source Realm Level Three to Source Realm Level Two in terms of strength.