Flower-Fruit Mountain's Holy Grandson Begins a Great Hunt

The man in black was pierced through by a gleaming great hook. He could not break free at all, his entire body drenched in blood, the arm-thick fishing hook locking him in place.

At this moment, he finally understood Kong Xuan the Demon King's suffering. This experience was truly unbearable; his face twisted as he trembled uncontrollably.

Most crucially, even his soul had been pierced through, imprisoned within his ruined flesh. He could not escape now.

He saw the second sacred beam flying toward him, despair written all over his face. The void along its path shattered apart. This was an Arrow Feather capable of plowing through even the heavens.

With a puff, Super Peerless blood splashed everywhere, staining the enormous metal chamber crimson in a particularly tragic splendor. The walls were covered in bloodstains.

The man in black's coat had been refined from black spider hide, its defensive power astonishing, but it was still useless. It was pierced through and blasted apart. This time, more than half his body was gone.

Yet the four gleaming fishing hooks in his body did not loosen. Instead, they pierced into his remaining flesh and soul, firmly nailing him in the void.

"Ah..." He screamed miserably, but no sound came out. He was imprisoned and could only howl within his own heart.

Wang Xuan had waited far too long for this moment of retaliation. He had originally had no connection whatsoever with these people, yet he had been attacked at night and silently fished away by an Anomalous Being's fishing gear.

Though not much time had passed, he had endured the pain of a broken spine and the agony of a shattered heart. It had been exceptionally brutal.

At that time, his entire body had been immobilized. Someone had carried him and smashed