"Very well. Since that is the case, I will trouble my two strong and sturdy virtuous brothers to carry this female demon to the Saint Lord to claim the reward."
Martin took a sip from his wine gourd. Unhurriedly patted his donkey's rump.
Turned the beast around and prepared to leave gracefully.
However, he hadn't even walked two or three hundred meters away.
Nyx, lying paralyzed behind them, shot two beams of crimson blood-light from her eyes.
"Purge the demons!"
She opened her mouth. Her originally delicate cherry lips instantly transformed into a terrifying, bloody maw.
From the depths of her throat, she spat out a barrage of blood-red, razor-sharp crystals.
They pierced completely through the white donkey beneath Martin, causing it to explode in a shower of blood and die instantly.
"What?!"
"She's already completely suppressed by this old man's Date Pit Nails, yet she can still use such a ferocious cultivation technique?!"
"Just what kind of monster... is this guy?!"
