Proper Death

Lu Ze landed on the ground. He went to look at the helpless prodigy of the Purple Scale Race who can't even get up.

After being kicked by Lu Ze, his whole body sustained a lot of cracks, wherein blood continuously poured out. He seemed like he was going to die at any moment.

Despite such a state, he still gave Lu Ze a death stare that was full of resentment.

Seeing the expression of the other party, Lu Ze scratched his head and squatted in front of him. With a smile, he began to ask, "Um, can you tell me about the prodigy in the prodigy ranking who you have mentioned earlier?"

The being from the Purple Scale Race sneered and kept looking coldly at Lu Ze. He didn't intend to speak at all.

Lu Ze frowned. He was worst at interrogating.

Too bad the fox demon wasn't here. Otherwise, things would be really simple.

Lu Ze attempted to persuade the latter. "If you tell me, I'll let you go. How about that?"