"If you want to make me your food, let's see if you have the skill and appetite for it," three dragon-shaped sword energies directly rushed into the blood puppet. The fierce sword energy was almost rampant and reckless. The sword energy pierced through the sky, and then suddenly penetrated Zhang Qing's body.
But at this time, Zhang Qing's body instead turned directly into a pool of blood.
"I am an immortal body, after all." He smirked proudly. At this moment, a speck of blood light appeared behind Xiao Qiang; it was a drop of fresh blood. Compared to the vast blood river, this drop of blood was negligible, but astonishingly, a face appeared on this drop of blood, and it was indeed Zhang Qing's face!
At this time, he truly looked eerie. This drop of blood directly stained Xiao Qiang's crystal golden body.
