"Di Tu, what are you talking about?"
Di Tu realized what he had just said and a look of humiliation appeared on his face.
But feeling the Blood Sword at his throat, he opened his mouth but could say nothing.
Luo Chen, standing atop the giant tiger's head, held the Blood Sword poised to strike, yet ultimately did not bring it down.
His expression was somewhat complex; he never imagined that such a scene would truly occur.
Raising his brows, Luo Chen looked at the other two Demon Beasts with a half-mocking smile.
"Even the son of Ancient Demon has surrendered, do you two still want to resist stubbornly?"
The brothers Lu Changsheng and Lu Changqing exchanged glances.
Finally, the elder brother slowly lowered his proud head.
"Brother!" Lu Changqing exclaimed in disbelief, "The third brother was killed by him!"
Lu Changsheng slowly bent his front knees, showing submission to Luo Chen, as he spoke.
