The Mutated Demonic Snake

Qingfeng Li gazed at the senior in black and the Left Guardian with a mocking face.

The senior in black was the Third Elder of the Blade-Imperial Sect. Logically speaking, he should've been keen enough to pick up on Qingfeng Li's immense powers. Unfortunately, his eyes were blinded by arrogance.

Unless of course, he saw through Qingfeng Li's capabilities and just didn't care.

 "Qingfeng Li, the Saint Perishing Fruit is ours. Get out of our way or face your death." The senior in black sneered as he threatened Qingfeng Li.

Qingfeng Li remained calm, his eyes sparkling with deadly intentions. He said coldly, " Since you want to die, I will grant you your wish."

Qingfeng Li walked away from the Saint Perishing Fruit because he knew that the two men would ambush him if he did. Since they challenged him, he decided to take care of them first.