"What's wrong, my Empress? Can't you bring yourself to lay a hand on your husband's corpse?" The Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor let out one eerie laugh after another as he watched the scene before him.
"Old bastard, what have you done to my disciple?" True Lord Wei Huo demanded of the Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor.
The Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor glanced at True Lord Wei Huo, revealing his sparse teeth in a grin. "Refining a puppet isn't easy. It requires a massive amount of cultivators' blood essence."
"Courting death!"
True Lord Wei Huo was furious. The meaning behind the bastard's words was obvious—he had already killed his disciple!
With that thought, True Lord Wei Huo struck. With a turn of his hand, a sea of fire surged toward the Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor's face.
Yet when the Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor saw this, he calmly controlled Linghuang's corpse and threw a punch.
The mighty force of the punch sent the sea of fire scattering.
The Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor burst into laughter. "Linghuang's corpse is truly powerful. Even in death, its might remains among the very best of the Integration Stage."
"Are you very pleased with yourself?"
True Lord Wei Huo's face remained utterly calm.
Seeing this, the Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor couldn't help being stunned. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?" True Lord Wei Huo laughed.
"Tsk, tsk. Like master, like disciple. Before your disciple died, he called out your name. Even as he died, he couldn't believe that I truly dared to act." The Spirit Dynasty National Preceptor chuckled.
"Courting death!"
True Lord Wei Huo was provoked and flew into a towering rage. Blazing flames erupted around his body.
Li Zhōujūn grumbled inwardly, *The clothes on True Lord Wei Huo are seriously durable. After all that,