The Hat-Wearing Man was in a miserable state. His body was battered and broken, blood gushing like a spring.
Especially his face—its flesh had been smashed into a blur, a pitiful sight beyond compare.
When they heard him roar the words "Enough!" in furious exasperation, Su Yi and the Nether King wore even stranger expressions.
Earlier, the Hat-Wearing Man had claimed that at his level of cultivation, he had long viewed honor and disgrace lightly and feared neither life nor death. Yet now, he had been beaten until he was humiliated and enraged enough to wish for death, completely losing his temper.
"You stood high above for too long, thinking yourself as proud as an immortal god, able to look down upon the mortal realm. But once you fall from the altar, how are you any different from a dead dog?"
The Temple Master's voice rang out clearly, carrying a trace of disdain amid its unrestrained ease.
"Unfortunately, I have yet to fall from the altar!"
After panting sharply for a moment, the Hat-Wearing Man's injuries recovered completely in an instant.
His sleeves billowed as he suddenly raised a hand and pointed.
Buzz!
The Black Treasure Ship bloomed with resplendent Star Glory Divine Flame.
At the same time, a muffled cry of pain sounded from beneath the treasure ship.
Su Yi's expression darkened. That was Coffin-Lifting Old Ghost's voice.
"Temple Master, I have roughly concluded that your power of will awakened because of Su Xuanjun's reincarnated body. And Su Xuanjun's friends' lives are under my control."
The Hat-Wearing Man spoke blandly. "How about we make a deal? So long as you let me leave, I will absolutely not harm anyone's life."
As soon as he said this, Su Yi could not help but sneer. "Earlier, who was it that said