"This is just a small matter. Blood Son, you don't have to be so polite," Saint Xasimo said.
Everyone chatted happily. The Blood God Clone became the center of attention. The devil titan and the saint level presences gathered around him. It was enviable.
"Oh right, can I take a look at Blood Son's Blood Whale blade?" Saint Xasimo suddenly rubbed his hands and asked in embarrassment.
"You must be referring to the Blood Whale Hell Blade, right?" The Blood God Clone was stunned for a moment. Then, he smiled and took out the Blood God Clone, passing it to the other party. "I found this in the legacy of the Blood Whale. If you like it, you can take a look at it."
"Thank you, thank you!" Saint Xasimo took over the battle blade carefully. He sized up the blade in front of him with an intoxicated expression. Then, he stretched out his hand and caressed the blade carefully as if he was caressing a beauty. The Blood God Clone felt goosebumps all over his body.
