"Bloodbath of the Ancient Demon Tribe?"

A sneer curled the corners of the black-robed elder's mouth. "Him?"

Jing Zhi sighed softly. "Demon Apostle, do not underestimate him. Despite his young age, his strength is terrifying."

The elder glanced at Jing Zhi. "What is his background?"

Jing Zhi hesitated briefly before replying, "His background is ordinary. He was just lucky, stumbled upon several divine items, and changed his own destiny! You ...