"Hiss..."
At those words, all the beasts sucked in a sharp breath.
Even if Zhū Tiān Fǔ deployed all its forces, the Corpse Burning Room could hold.
But if it was the Heaven Punishing Strike, that was hard to say.
That was something on an entirely different level, something from the Divine Realm. Its power might surpass all imagination.
After all, it had been custom-made for Master.
Was Master stronger?
Or was the Corpse Burning Room he had set up stronger?
Hard to say. Truly hard to say.
"The Heaven Punishing Strike can only be used once. Master hasn't shown himself yet—can they really use it?" Lamborghini raised a question.
"A rabbit will bite when cornered, and a dog will leap over a wall when desperate. At a time like this, who cares about that?"
Wang Tie Zhu shook his head, then added, "Besides, they probably believe Master is inside the Corpse Burning Room right now. We should have used negotiations to stall for time."
Once he finished speaking, all the beasts turned to look at Ma Fei.
Such a perfect opportunity had been cursed away by him—and he had even spat at them.
Under their gazes, Ma Fei's feathers stood on end. He said sheepishly, "Master once said, 'A man fights for one breath, a Buddha fights for one stick of incense; when a man dies, a bird faces the sky—if you don't die, you'll live for ten thousand years.'"
"Bullshit. Master would never say that." Lamborghini scolded him. Those who were not close to Master would never understand his "cautiousness."
Fighting for a breath, fighting for a stick of incense—bullshit.
As long as no one disturbed Master, he was more of a salted fish than anyone else.
Ma Fei immediately shrank his neck and did not dare speak