The Silver Striped Blood Corpse paused for a second before grinding its teeth. If Zhao Feng was to shamelessly waste his strength, he really might die.
“Brat, what do you want?” The Silver Striped Blood Corpse said angrily.
“Leave behind the ring on your hand and the contents of the bag.”
Zhao Feng’s left eye was as sharp as a knife as it could see all the secrets of the Corpse. He could determine which items were the most valuable in the cave.
“You can have everything else, but this ring is the identification object of a Protector. Even if you take it, the uses are limited and others will kill you for it.”
The Silver Striped Blood Corpse suppressed the anger in its heart. When was he forced into such a situation by an ant at the 1st Sky of the Ascended Realm? But thinking about it, the opponent had the bloodline of the Ancient and he was a lucky child of the Heavens, he would become a Prodigy later on.
This made the corpse feel slightly better.
Zhao Feng thought without absolute strength, he shouldn’t force the opponent too much. So he nodded his head in agreement.
Soon, the Silver Striped Blood Corpse took out a bag containing a few crystal blood coloured pills, a beast skin map and a broken blood coloured sword.
When the corpse handed out these items, unwillingness and hurt could be seen on its face.