"Fengfeng, without me, there would be no you. Are you really so ruthless to treat me this way?" Zhuge Ao's legs were already entangled. Wherever his hands passed, countless water columns WHOOSHED down, new ones continually assaulting him. The wounds that had stopped bleeding reopened, trickling blood that dyed the pale blue water columns with an eerie crimson.
"I wish you were dead. Would I save you? Dream on," Zhuge Feng roared. If he had a gun, he would definitely have put another bullet in him.
"Hmph. So this is the ruthless demeanor a Young Master of the Inferno Sect should possess. Not bad, not bad at all. With you in charge, the Inferno Sect will surely flourish and be brought to new heights," Zhuge Ao scoffed coldly. He looked at the increasingly thick water columns surrounding him, his expression turning frigid, a sinister smile forming on his lips.
