Xuanyuan White Emperor Fire—impressive.
Only now did Old Scoundrel realize that he had been tricked again.
Xuanyuan White Emperor Fire looked like fire, but what it actually transmitted were bizarre, uncanny flames of extreme cold.
It had the effect of rapid freezing.
The rock walls were already damp, and the moment they encountered that extreme cold, they froze solid.
Long Aotian's Lightness Skill had always been quite good. All he needed was that tiny bit of grip!
Long Aotian kept climbing upward. With Xuanyuan White Emperor Fire paired with the Ruozhi Divine Palm he had just cultivated, comprehended, and mastered, it actually worked!
After only a few exchanges, he rushed to the top.
Old Scoundrel looked at Long Aotian, furious beyond measure:
"You little bastard! How dare you trick me! You tricked me!"
"Ahahahaha..."
Long Aotian threw back his head and laughed. "Forget me—even Zhao Ritian managed to fool you. Just how idiotic are you? Want to get out and keep doing evil? Be good and play Landlord with the crocodiles down there! Ahahahaha..."
"Long Aotian! If I ever leave Heaven's Punishment Pool, I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!"
"With the way you are, if Lu Chengwen were here, he could scam even your underwear off you. Hah, get out? Spend the rest of your life being the crocodiles' boss down here! See you later! Oh, no, we probably won't see each other again. Farewell, sayonara!"
Long Aotian turned and left, laughing heartily.
Old Scoundrel suddenly charged forward, planting his feet against the rock wall with rapid slaps as he climbed upward.
Long Aotian was horrified. "No way!?"
But when he reached the highest point, his Bone Chilling Chain had also reached its limit.
Long Aotian let out a breath of relief and lightly patted his chest.