Present Your Heads!

Old Third He's arms waved, and a sawtooth disc appeared in each of his hands. Once he moved, the discs started flying and became two rays of black lights in the air.

Chu Yang's eyes brightened.

After the interaction just now, Chu Yang had discovered that the cultivation of this Old Third He was extremely messy and impure. It seemed that this was the downside of sucking others' blood essence…

Besides, the cultivation of this Old Third He was apparently only the fourth or fifth grade of Emperor level. Chu Yang's own cultivation was completely sufficient to crush him to death.

It seemed that this place was merely the outermost part of Black Blood Jungle and it didn't really have many experts. Chu Yang felt much secured.

Yet the weapon of Old Third He was extremely rare. It was used in a very weird manner, yet it's highly lethal.

So Chu Yang simply suppressed the intention of killing, and engaged him in the fight.