Sun Wutian only felt the winds and clouds churning in his heart. In an instant, ten thousand years of events swept through his mind like flowing water.
Yet all he saw was an endless mountain of skeletons and corpses, and a setting sun red as blood.
Unable to suppress the gloom in his chest, yet not knowing what to say, he could only turn it into a powerless sigh. "Not bad... That Sun Wutian fellow... is rather pitiful."
He had not even dared to say rather unfortunate.
"Indeed. When we speak of Sun Wutian, we sometimes sigh as well. This devil is certainly hateful and deserving of death, but when we think of his circumstances and all those bizarre, convoluted misunderstandings, all we can do is sigh."
Dong Changfeng said, "Later on, what Lord Rui Qianshan said was actually rather crooked logic. He said that Sun Wutian could be compared to something. It was as if an innocent young woman from a good family had been raped on the eve of her wedding, then given up on herself and gone straight to a brothel to become a prostitute..."
"!!!"
Sun Wutian held his breath in his chest.
Just as he was sighing and lamenting, he suddenly heard those words, and Sun Wutian felt his emotions jam to a halt.
What kind of thing was that supposed to be?!
Inside the domain, Fang Che had no idea what was happening. While he was practicing, the world suddenly turned upside down, and he was buried alive.
The moment he crawled out, a thunderous beating came down. Sun Wutian's blasts of wind fell from every direction and beat Fang Che senseless.
The Old Devil had nowhere to vent his fury, but suddenly remembered that he still had a punching bag in his domain...