Little Beast

It was evident this guard's status within the Demon-Killing Pavilion was extremely high. He was also probably the strongest here. After he had spoken, no one dared to move. If not—even if they managed to escape the Primitive Mystic Realm, they would be hunted by the Demon-Killing Pavilion; and they would be on the run for the rest of their lives.

Many looked at the unconscious worm-like figure that was Jiang Yi as a sliver of jealousy and hatred appeared in their eyes. To them, Jiang Yi was just like an ant; how was it he had been so lucky? That Primitive Spiritual Treasure must be blind. There were so many formidable martial artists and talented men among them, and it had actually chosen the weakest.