"Heh heh, Fan Lang, if you're feeling desperate, I wouldn't mind if you slit your own throat right now. It would save me the trouble of doing it myself," Luo Hou sneered.
"Desperate? Not quite." Fan Lang looked at Luo Hou again, his gaze remarkably calm. Beneath that calm, flames seemed to flicker.
"Don't tell me you're counting on that new master of yours to save you? I know your every move like the back of my hand. Of course I know you took a Divine Ancestor as your master and found yourself a powerful backer. I had no intention of letting a Divine Ancestor come here and get in my way, so I prepared long ago. This barrier cuts this place off from the world. Any means of communication will be blocked. Don't expect to call your new master for help."
"I see. Then let's not disturb my master. I'll handle my own troubles myself."
"Oh? Looks like you still refuse to give up? Before a cat kills a mouse, it always enjoys toying with it first. Since you won't give up, I'll play with you and make you suffer every torment before you die! Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you must blame someone, blame your past life!"
"I blame no one. Everyone encounters all kinds of troubles in life. That is true for all people."
"I didn't capture you and bring you here to discuss philosophy. Since you refuse to slit your own throat, I'll send you on your way sooner rather than later. Whatever you have to say, save it for your next life!"
Luo Hou's eyes gleamed viciously. Holding nothing back, he unleashed his two greatest trump cards from the start: the Great Wilderness Scripture and the Armor of Immortality.
The complete Armor of