A Hundred Lifetimes of Cultivation Ruined in an Instant-No More Rushing for Quick Success

At this moment, Zhang Zhengyi could no longer care about making everything seamless and flawless.

Anyway, according to those remnants of the Ancient Underworld on the other side, the Inspiration High Priest was already dead.

Most likely, he had even died at Qin Youde's hands. What was there left to fear?

Could these ugly misfits here possibly see through his abilities?

If someone died, they had to be obliterated in body and soul, dead completely and thoroughly.

Zhang Zhengyi fearlessly glared at the female cultivator. Bitch, laugh while you still can. Make it so Qin Youde can never use his own identity here again.

This grudge had been forged deep! At worst, he would let Qin Youde kill him seventeen or eighteen times to vent his anger, but in the end, she would be the one carrying this black pot.

Who understood Qin Youde better than he did?

To be fair, Qin Youde really was good to his own people, generous beyond measure. He would even take out Innate Materials to give away, and not as some empty courtesy.

Zhang Zhengyi knew he absolutely could not do that.

But if someone truly became Qin Youde's enemy, that guy's mind was so narrow even a needle tip could not pierce through it.

Pah, what narrow? Qin Youde was so narrow-minded he had no heart at all.

Especially after Qin Youde had been afflicted by the Heart-Wither Curse back then, those two extremes had only grown more pronounced.

After offending Qin Youde, did anyone still expect an easy life?

Just look at the Inspiration High Priest, who claimed to monitor all under heaven. He had no eyes, yet saw more than that bandaged man across from them. Look at how he had died in the end.

Zhang Zhengyi was already feeling a