Little Jiu wore a teasing expression as he said leisurely, "Well, that's really unfortunate. I have a soul skill called the Void Ring. The divine mark between my brows is actually connected to a Void Land."
"Of all places to launch a surprise attack, why did you have to target the spot between my brows?"
"Oh, right. Even if you had ambushed my heart, I still wouldn't have died! You really made things difficult for yourself."
Little Jiu smiled brilliantly.
At that moment, all the women looked delighted. Only Bibi Dong's expression darkened, as though she wanted to give Little Jiu a beating. She felt that she had overreacted just now.
And that bastard Little Jiu was getting more and more out of line. Had the Seven Deadly Sins made him this wild? Was Dongdong a name he could just call her?
Tang San's expression changed as quickly as Sichuan face-changing. One moment, he was overjoyed; the next, he had fallen into hell.
"How is this possible? Impossible! How could the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques be useless?" Tang San's face was full of unwillingness.
"Tang San, you piece of trash! You've become a god, yet you're still living off old tricks. I thought you'd create some powerful killing move of your own?"
"So you were still using Guanyin's Tears. What a disappointment."
"My soul skills have been upgraded and refined two or three times already, yet you haven't improved yours even once. How can you still call yourself a genius? Don't you blush when people praise you?"
Little Jiu looked at him with contempt. He had thought Tang San would pull out some formidable ultimate move, so he had even prepared to have Ye Lingling save his life.
Yet it was still a Tang Sect secret technique.
Disappointing. Too disappointing.