"What?"
The elder Mr. Long's face flushed red, seemingly in disbelief.
He casually threw away the remnants in his hand and looked towards the Bull Demon's corpse, frantically searching: "No... how can there be no Demon Core?"
Mr. Long suddenly turned his head: "You wench, are you deceiving me?!"
"Hehe... Mr. Long, I only deceived Zeng Yi," Su Ye coldly replied, "and soon, you'll be joining the ghosts..."
"I... join the ghosts?"
Mr. Long scoffed twice, about to speak further, when suddenly a sword cry rang out by his ear: "Geng Metal Sword Qi, not good!"
He hurriedly raised his shield, still clutching several talismans in his other hand.
But the golden brilliance was too fast!
Almost the moment he raised his shield, a sword glow pierced through it, entering Mr. Long's chest.
"You... you didn't die?"
Blood oozed from his mouth and nose as he struggled to turn around, seeing the scorched clothes of Mi Weidao.