Sun Wutian 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, with a blood-red setting sun hanging above it.
He could not help feeling miserable, yet he did not know what to say. In the end, it became a powerless sigh. "Indeed... That Sun Wutian fellow... is rather pitiful."
He did not even dare say rather regrettable.
"Yes. Whenever we talk about Sun Wutian, we sigh as well. This devil is certainly hateful and deserves to die, but when we think of his circumstances and all those bizarre twists and misunderstandings, we can only sigh."
Dong Changfeng said, "Later, what Lord Rui Qianshan said was actually rather twisted. He said that Sun Wutian could be compared to something. It was as if an innocent girl from a respectable 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.
He had been sighing and lamenting when he suddenly heard such words. His emotions seemed to jam all at once.
What kind of thing was that supposed to mean?!
Inside the domain, Fang Che had been practicing his cultivation when, for no apparent reason, the world suddenly turned upside down and he was buried alive.
He had just crawled out when a flurry of blows came raining down. Sun Wutian's powerful gusts fell from every direction, beating Fang Che until he was thoroughly battered.
The Old Devil had nowhere to vent his anger, and suddenly remembered that there was still a punching bag inside his domain...
"Ah! Ahh!"
Fang Che cried