"A first-rank demonic beast?" Zhou Shu's heart skipped a beat. "I'll go take a look."
Outside the Huaxia Pavilion's Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament branch, Zhou Shu saw the lingering first-rank demonic beast.
As expected, it was Yao Qing.
He was wondering which first-rank demonic beast dared to stroll outside his camp after he had just made Yao Lian retreat.
"I brought what you wanted." Yao Qing looked at Zhou Shu with an extremely complicated expression.
Although he hadn't returned to meet the Demon Realm army, he had also received the news.
Lord Yao Lian had fought this man and temporarily retreated.
Yao Qing had previously wondered if this man was no weaker than a great demon.
Now, it seemed that he was indeed no weaker than a great demon.
He didn't lose unjustly.
"The saber technique you promised me—" Yao Qing said in a low voice.