Li Mu Yang killed the Red-eyed Ghost Infant he had raised, so he wanted to kill Li Mu Yang himself.
If Li Mu Yang hadn't killed the Red-eyed Ghost Infant he had raised, would he still have wanted to kill him?
He definitely would have.
Then, regardless of whether Li Mu Yang had killed his Red-eyed Ghost Infant or not, he still had to kill him. Why, then, had he said something like that?
"I'm so stupid." Wuhua the Monk slapped his own shiny bald forehead and broke into a foolish grin.
Li Mu Yang felt terribly sad watching him.
Even an idiot like this could cultivate and break through realms, and achieve such accomplishments. Li Mu Yang could tell that this fellow was at least an Idle Cloud High-grade cultivator.
He didn't know whether Wuhua the Monk had displayed his true ultimate technique. If he was still holding back even now, he was probably already entering, or about to enter, the Withered Glory realm.
Breaking through realms in cultivation was both simple and profound. It required both hard work and luck.
Some people spent their entire lives without ever finding the door to cultivation. Others were born with divine strength and, with just a little guidance, could shine with dazzling brilliance.
During the Great Sui era, the naturally monstrous Li Yuanba could wrestle oxen with one hand and tear tigers apart with both. Relying on his brute strength, he had been invincible and defeated countless heroes and experts of his time.
This Wuhua the Monk was somewhat like a copy of Li Yuanba. Of course, Li Yuanba was said to have been handsome and dashing, the object of admiration for countless young wives, whereas Wuhua the Monk was merely the "ugly and disgusting version."
Wuhua the Monk reached out