"I didn't expect you to have such a Spiritual Pet at such a young age..." The Poison King said this, his previously hunched figure suddenly straightened up.
Even the face that previously looked very old, at this moment, seemed to shine with radiance, as if the Poison King had changed into a different person.
Swish... With a flick of his right hand,
a White Bone Whip appeared in his hand. At this moment, a formidable presence burst forth from the Poison King.
"Hand over these two spiritual beasts, and I might consider granting you a swift death," the Poison King said in a low and stern tone.
"Whether you can kill me or not depends on whether you have the ability," Ding Fan said indifferently.
"Very good..." the corners of the Poison King's mouth lifted slightly. "Then I'll let you get a good look at the prelude to meeting the Grim Reaper!"
As the Poison King said this, he violently lashed out with the White Bone Whip in his hand.
