"Following someone from the lower realm is a humiliation to the vampire race." Xanor snorted again.
"Do you dare to say that in front of the Blood Son?" Xasetor scoffed.
Xanor's expression turned ugly. He couldn't say anything.
"I heard that even your race's Xasitaph lost to the Blood Son. From the looks of it, you're nothing." Xasetor didn't let him go and continued mocking him.
Xanor's face turned green and white. He glared at Xasetor furiously. There was anger in his eyes.
"How dare you!"
At this moment, a cold shout came from within the bloody sandstorm.
A figure stepped out with a cold expression. His gaze turned sharp and landed on Xasetor.
"How dare you humiliate me, Xasitaph?"
Xasetor was flabbergasted. He felt a powerful aura sweeping towards him from the front. He wanted to retreat, but he realized that he couldn't move at all.
He was a low-tier devil emperor while Xasitaph was a mid-tier devil emperor. The difference in ability was vast.
