"Hmm?"
Cursed Yin was dazed with two fingers in its mouth, gagging on the spot.
Dao Qiongcang was slightly stunned too; how dare Xu Xiaoshou suddenly be so audacious?
Both thought this was an attack, a counterattack, perhaps the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword, if nothing else, at least something like Penetrating Divine Senses or Power of Name.
But there was nothing!
Xu Xiaoshou simply and straightforwardly stabbed Cursed Yin in the throat; it seemed he just wanted to humiliate Cursed Yin, and acted on impulse!
Presumptuous...
This is, such presumption?!
I am Ancestral God, I am Cursed Yin, I am one of the most supreme beings of this age... Cursed Yin was furious.
Yet it did not understand Xu Xiaoshou's intention with this move — it was utterly pointless! Nor could it comprehend why Xu Xiaoshou had returned again — to stop him? With just himself, he couldn't possibly stop its spiritual techniques!
Cursed Yin did not pause the historical progress.
