So much blood had been spilled.
Yet there wasn't an ounce of pain on his face.
The smile on his lips was even more twisted than my perverse own.
"Fine! Hand it over!"
"I refuse to believe I can be fooled by a mere greenhorn!"
Suddenly, the Evil Pharmacist extended his withered arm and grabbed the boy's Dao Sword.
Clang!
With a sudden motion, he slashed at the boy's arm!
Perhaps to avoid wasting Demon Blood, he didn't use any true force in his strike.
Instead, with precise skill, he created a thumb-sized wound on the boy's wrist with perfect accuracy!
Hissss.
A spray of fresh blood gushed out again.
However, this time.
The blood was a bright crimson, just like any common mortal's!
"You....."
The Evil Pharmacist's narrow eyes widened in extreme shock, and his wrist trembled, causing the Dao Sword in his hand to fall with a clatter!
"As Master can see."
