"Fellow Daoist."
Ning Daoran floated out, holding a Big Green Dragon in his hand, and said, "Do not harm my Human Clan Cultivators, if you dare, come at me!"
"Squeak~~~"
The Crimson Training Demon Scorpion shuddered and turned to see a Golden Core Early Stage Human Clan Cultivator taunting it, immediately feeling an inexplicable anger.
"Little bastard!"
Its garlic-clove-like white teeth quivered as it spoke human language, "You dare to speak to me, Red Training Venerable, in such a manner. It seems you're tired of living!"
"Venerable?"
