Will-o'-the-wisp Youth's ripper pierced straight through Sun Lanbao's chest, nearly causing him to lose consciousness from the pain... Yet at that moment, Sun Lanbao relied on his powerful will to forcibly seize the arm of the Zhu Guo who looked like Will-o'-the-wisp Youth.
"You're really tenacious. But that's also what I hate about you..." Zhu Guo could not help giving a soft laugh.
"Wh... why... We... aren't we... part of the Band of Fugitives... in the same group..."
"Don't joke around." Zhu Guo said indifferently, "I have no interest in continuing to play this childish game of make-believe with you. From beginning to end, my only target has been the God Card."
"I don't believe you... I don't believe you!"
"Childish." Zhu Guo shook his head. "But there's nothing I can do if you don't believe me. In any case, it's come to this... I'll gladly accept the God Card, then?"
As he finished speaking, strange dark-golden inscriptions surfaced along the arm Zhu Guo had thrust into Sun Lanbao's chest.
A stabbing pain that seemed to pierce his soul instantly spread throughout Sun Lanbao's body... A wretched scream began to echo as a hazy card radiating a strange golden light slowly emerged from within him.
"The second Ancestor Card, at last..." Zhu Guo's gaze narrowed slightly. He reached out, pinched the God Card, and slowly pulled it free.
Sun Lanbao had no idea how Zhu Guo had condensed the God Card inside his body... Nor did he have the time to think about it. The pain of his nerves seeming to be torn apart one by one had already exceeded the limits of his endurance.
"Still, I didn't expect you to actually steal this card from Central Spirit Mountain. Should I call it luck, or should I say you're impressive?"