Chapter 533: The Seventeenth Sword

Hearing Ruxley White's words, the Blood Demon Hermit's face darkened so much it seemed like it could drip water. He never imagined he would one day be humiliated by a man in his twenties. It was an unbearable humiliation! Though he wished to tear Ruxley White to shreds, the Blood Demon Hermit held back his urge. The power Ruxley White had displayed was in no way inferior to his own, and with his current injuries, he couldn't exert his full strength. Continuing the fight might lead to an uncertain...