The body was tainted with filth, power rapidly declining.
Flesh was corroded, damage multiplied.
Song Bingcang was like he had been heavily struck, slumped to the ground, watching helplessly as his flesh dissolved, revealing ghastly white bones.
"Polluted Blood, this is Polluted Blood!"
Song Bingcang was terrified, his expression painful as he lifted his head, glaring at Nie Chuxuan, incredulous.
"You have joined the Polluted Blood Sect!"
"You betrayed the Palace Master!"
Nie Chuxuan, thick-browed and big-eyed, always loyal, even the White Light Palace Master praised him as "innately kind-hearted."
But who could have imagined...
At this moment, Nie Chuxuan's face was expressionless, he coldly said, "Hmph, you, a dignified Upper Immortal, were planted with the 'Heart Tribulation Curse' by my foster father, forced to be a slave, a servant, absolutely obedient, don't talk about loyalty in front of me."
