Xue Mo Tribe, Throne Hall,
The Blood Demon Lord sat on his throne.
"What??" He shouted in shock with eyes wide open. "The treasure was robbed by a masked emperor realm cultivator??"
Qin Feng nodded with a solemn expression, "Yes, master."
"How dare he..." Wang Ren, the blood demon lord, gritted his teeth in anger. "He has just gone against the emperor by committing that crime!"
"Master." Qin Feng's voice cut through, "This isn't the time to curse him. We must act hastily to get back the treasure before it is used. Wang Biao's life hangs on this."
Wang Ren nodded in agreement silently.
"You are right, Qin Feng." The Blood Demon Lord said in his deep voice, "I shall go and ask the First Prince, Fang Tianren, for help. Since we have joined his faction, he should help us."
At this moment, Qin Feng pulled out the token plaque of the Ninth Prince and showed it to the Blood Demon Lord.
