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"Damn it..."
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light was ground beneath Hun Xiu's bloodstained sole, and he was utterly dumbfounded.
His flattery had hit the horse's leg instead of its ass!
He had thought that as long as he flattered well enough, he could escape this disaster. As for the couple ounces of flesh Hun Xiu had stomped away...
Don't forget.
He was a cultivator! He cultivated immortality.
His master was even Sect Master Tongtian, the Saint of Shangqing, one of the Saints of the heavens. As long as he asked...
What was the loss of a mere couple ounces of flesh? Restoring it would be no problem at all.
But...
The premise for all that was that he had to emerge unscathed from the hands of his Senior Disciple Brother, Hun Xiu. If he could not get away unscathed...
Then forget about restoring those couple ounces of flesh.
That would be nothing but wishful thinking.
Wishful thinking?
Get it?...
The stunned Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light gradually came to his senses as Hun Xiu continued grinding him beneath his foot. He hurriedly said, "Senior Disciple Brother, please stop stepping on me. I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."
"Please spare me!"
"Senior Disciple Brother, please spare me!"
Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light begged, tears streaming from his eyes. This was fucking unfair!
Having a couple ounces of flesh stomped off was one thing, but now his face was being ground beneath a shoe sole. This was outright humiliation!
In the past, this would have been something he never even dared imagine. He, Long-Eared Immortal of Fixed Light, was one of Sect Master Tongtian's Seven Attendant Immortals.
His status was noble.
He had Sect Master Tongtian, the Saint of Shangqing, backing him.
He stood high