As long as a Dao Fruit Cultivator retains even a shred of ambition, they would never resort to such means, sacrificing their precious life to exchange for resources.
"Consider yourself..."
The Black Scorpion's eyes flashed coldly. His figure folded once again, and the scorpion tail behind him suddenly lashed forward faster than one could perceive, breaking through space in utter silence.
However, the savage expression on the Black Scorpion's face soon froze.
At this moment, a Taoist had already turned his back, his face a mask of indifference as he gazed over at him.
"Fellow Taoist, what are you considering me as?"
Foiled in his sneak attack, the Black Scorpion's expression appeared somewhat awkward. His scorpion tail, which had been stealthily lurking within the shadow of the void, flicked smoothly and returned to its place behind him.
After a momentary silence, as if unwilling to concede, a trace of venom flashed across the Black Scorpion's face.
