C427 Blood Stained the Sky.

"Ang!!"

The Spiritual Infant's roar pulled Zhao Si back to reality. He looked at the Crimson Warrior, still shocked by what the other party had said.

This guy... What a joke... He actually said he was my Nascent Infant Tribulation?

F * ck, there should be a limit even if it's ridiculous!

Zhao Si's face was ugly. He had never heard of such a thing