Zhang Ruochen had a strange look in his eyes and said: "The cultivation level is not weak, who is coming?"

“This seat belongs to the Qingtian Tribe, Qingyuntai!”

 The voice of the undead vampire great god was like thunder, and a physical sea of ​​blood appeared above his head, and the sound of rolling waves of the sea of ​​blood could be heard.

 The chief of the Qingtian tribe is one of the powerful men qualified to become the leader of the undead blood tribe!

Qingyuntai is the younger brother of the chief clan leader of the Qingtian tribe. He is an ancient god who has been practicing for more than 400,000 years.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "It turns out he is a powerful sage from the Immortal Vampire Clan. I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt my senior by mistake."

This apology made Qingyuntai feel extremely harsh.

With what status and cultivation he had, to be injured at the hands of a junior with dirty blood just by meeting him was a great shame and humiliation.

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