"Hiss—what the hell is going on?!" Feeling the pain wracking his body, pain so intense it nearly knocked him unconscious, Li Huowang clenched his teeth tight and shuddered as he sucked in a cold breath.
Everything before this had gone according to his plan. He had left Qingfeng Temple, swallowed Danyangzi, and then, to deal with Danyangzi, fallen into an even bigger pit.
One pit after another, one scam wrapped around another scam—until he had completely assimilated that fake Li Huowang into Red Center. But now, something had gone wrong!
Li Huowang looked at the red Bamboo Scroll before him, the Great Thousand Record, the indistinct flesh squirming atop it, and his own utterly unrecognizable self.
He had taken this book from the Ao Jing Sect. As one of the Ao Jing Sect's Four Great Methods, it was perfectly normal for the sect to possess the Great Thousand Record.
But the trap he had laid before clearly had no such step. The entire upper echelon of the Ao Jing Sect had been Sitting Forgetting Dao impostors he had brought in through deceit.
Suddenly, Li Huowang thought of something. With pain so severe he nearly bit through his lip, he raised his head and looked toward the terrifying scorched figure seated cross-legged atop the twisted Black Cross.
When he saw flakes slowly beginning to fall from that horrifying, savage face as its features distorted, Li Huowang seemed to understand something.
"Hehehe... What is it, Ba Hui? Gushen? You want to stick your noses into this game too? This is getting fucking more and more interesting."
It seemed that the fake Li Huowang Doulao had brought over had learned of his existence. He was borrowing other forces to resist him. As expected of another Li Huowang—clever, even if he was fake.
But