Jiang Shaohuang nodded his head, “Very good, use that blade I bestowed upon you to cut down his head for me! I want to bring his head back to hang at the Central Headquarters Square for all Suoluo Race disciples to see!” speaking of this, he added, “As for that black guard, you don’t need to worry.”

His words indicated that he would take care of Hei Luo if he made a move. 

The Suoluo Race expert respectfully complied, then stepped out from the group. He looked indifferently at Huang Xiaolong and said, “Brat, your eyesight must be as bad as your head, since you’ve got guts to say you’re going to kill our Young Patriarch. Do you know that our Young Patriarch is a Seventh Heaven True Saint Realm expert? Well, I don’t blame you, you’re merely a late-First Heaven. How can you understand how excellent our Young Patriarch is?”

“That aside, I, a peak late-Sixth Heaven True Saint,...