Under the bright sky, a figure suddenly vanished from everyone's sight. Bi Changchun had already landed on the ground, staring at the rolling Green Brow. The moment the latter saw who stood before him, no matter how badly he hurt, he scrambled up and dropped to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly as he begged, "This lowly one failed to recognize a true god! Great Immortal, spare my life! Great Immortal, spare my life..."
His hands, legs, and body were riddled with at least dozens of holes, black blood streaming continuously from them. It was already a stroke of luck that he had not died. Yet seeing how expertly he groveled and bowed, everyone was left utterly dumbfounded. Where was even a trace of his former overbearing arrogance?
Bi Changchun stared coldly at him and said calmly, "Compared to that fellow from two hundred years ago, you fall far short. He at least had the strength to fight me, while you are simply unable to withstand a single blow. There is also something I have failed to understand for over two hundred years. Take you, for example. Your cultivation is clearly inferior to mine, yet when you and I left the Demon Ghost Domain one after the other, I was never able to catch you in speed. It has puzzled me greatly. Can you clear up this confusion for me?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Green Brow nodded again and again. He lay sprawled on the ground in utter wretchedness and hurriedly replied, "As long as Great Immortal spares this lowly one's life, I will certainly tell you the truth."
"Are you bargaining with me?" Bi Changchun asked indifferently.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." Green Brow hastily kowtowed. He could sense the killing intent in the other man's words.
Bi Changchun snorted coldly.