Chapter 1700

• Suddenly, the Emperor of Death’s body froze.
• In the forest sat a purple-haired youth and a little cat who were both roasting the meat of a wild boar. The crispy boar meat released an enticing smell that made the Emperor of Death’s hungry body instinctively gulp down his saliva.
• “Zhao Feng, be nice to others....” the Emperor of Death’s breathing rate quickened, and his eyes were full of deadliness and despair. He only just stole a body; apart from the fact that he had strong Intent, he probably wouldn’t even be a match for a True Spirit Realm.