In front of Lord Shou, it is hardly possible to hear a word of insult about him, only the curses of the soon-to-die remain.
"Dog barking..."
Now with such a precise spear of words, piercing the desperate Lord Shou's head, wouldn't that instantly explode the Dead Sea?
Feng Zhongzui was so scared his hands trembled!
The tenth layer of the Dead Sea is truly something, and at such a critical juncture, there's still someone who dares to defy death?
The person hasn't arrived yet, but their voice has.
Are they even thinking of provoking Lord Shou, who might transform grief into power? That's gutsy!
Feng Zhongzui turned around.
The Dao Imparting Mirror turned too.
The perspective of the spectators across the five regions, including Ai Cangsheng, turned with it.
In just an instant, the whole world fell silent.
Coming from the chaotic black water waves, was it not a figure in prison garb, with withered arms, a straw hat on their head, and a cold expression...
"Sleeveless?"
