Chapter 735 -3 Simple and Easy_3
It’s more like the key of the great river descended from the heavens, a key that spans across the sky and pacifies the world.
They shattered the mortal realm, slaughtered the immortals, with a key in hand they chopped through the nine heavens.
If there are no true immortals in the world, they wish to wield the key and become celestial themselves.
The keyboard existed before heaven did, they rant against the sky and slay gods and immortals.
And very soon, they drew more people into their ranks.
At first, some remembered what they were arguing about.
But as time passed, no one could remember anymore.
"The ‘Head Collector’ couldn’t be afraid, right?”
"Be more confident upstairs and drop the question mark.”
"Of course, it’s because he sensed the presence of a ‘stronger one’!”
"The ‘rookie’ I backed is a real powerhouse!”
Another round of barrage comments, but soon, these comments halted.
Because the “Head Collector,” who had receded into the cell, appeared again.
He crawled out cautiously, looking at the distant body of “big boy” behind Jason, began to salivate, and then, he let out a low growl towards Jason.
Just like between wild beasts.
The “Head Collector” saw Jason as a more powerful ‘kindred’.
But Jason wasn’t a beast.
Although sometimes he had to drink blood against his will, he would still disinfect it.
As for chewing directly?
Even the skull of his own kind?
Jason silently judged within his heart.
Therefore, when the “Head Collector” couldn’t control his bloodthirsty instinct and charged at Jason, Jason raised his hand and delivered a slash.
Feeling such a slice, the “Head Collector” lunging forward immediately stopped as if inertia had been canceled, just standing still, and then, he quickly backed away.
He wanted to return to the cell again.
In his perception, the ‘cell’ was his den.
And a den signified safety.
The “Head Collector,” despite lacking intelligence, had instincts telling him that he could do this.
The blade’s light followed like a shadow.
The “Head Collector” was fast.
As his heartbeat thundered like a war drum, Jason’s figure flashed past the “Head Collector.”
Wrist turning, he flicked the fresh blood off the blade.
Blood fell to the ground, forming a straight bloodline.
Just like the bloodline on the “Head Collector’s” neck.