Split Up

"Brother Wushuang, we're leaving now. If you run into trouble, just mention my name. Don't hesitate, don't compromise yourself. We've got connections, we're not afraid of anything!"

Wu Zuo deliberately shouted a few times in front of the Blood Demon Temple Master as he departed.

It was a deliberate attempt to disgust the Blood Demon Temple Master.

Of course, there was some truth to it.

Mentioning his name might actually work.

But Jian Wushuang didn't see the necessity anymore.

With his own strength, even if he couldn't defeat peak Eighth Tribulation Realm experts, he could escape.

Speed was his advantage!

No one could match him.

The three ancient existences had all received favors from Realm King, so they wouldn't lay hands on him either.

In the Nine Great Spacetimes, even in the entire Northern Spacetime, he basically had no rivals.

Naturally, he wasn't worried about this.