"Yan Kui, you said you would make me understand that even those in the Divine Mansion Realm are worlds apart..."
He chuckled as he looked at Yan Kui, whose arm had been severed and whose forehead streamed with cold sweat. His tone was flippant. "Hmm... the gap between you and me really is quite large."
A blow not just to the body, but to the heart.
"You!!!"
Yan Kui jerked his head up. His face, deathly pale from blood loss and searing pain, instantly flushed purple. Blood vessels crowded his eyes until they looked ready to bleed.
That casual remark from Zhao Wujiu inflicted a thousand, ten thousand times more humiliation than the slash that had severed his arm.
"You... how dare you humiliate me like this? I want you dead!!!"
Yan Kui let out a piercing roar that scarcely sounded human, his expression twisting into something utterly hideous.
The blood energy surrounding him suddenly boiled.
He plunged his remaining left hand into his chest, driving all five fingers deep into his flesh, and forcibly tore his own heart out.
The heart kept beating, radiating an eerie black-and-red glow.
It was the core of the demonic art he had painstakingly cultivated for centuries—the Blood Witch Demonic Heart!
Yan Kui began chanting ancient, sinister incantations, and his life-bound demonic heart throbbed violently.
With every beat, the demonic heart's aura began climbing at a terrifying rate.
Yet Yan Kui's once-silvery hair visibly turned dull gray and fell out. Wrinkles covered his skin, as though all his vitality had been drained away in an instant.
Zhao Wujiu's heart jolted at the sight.
He had never imagined that Yan Kui, a dignified priest of the Southern Wasteland and a Great Expert of the Divine Mansion Realm, would have such a fragile temperament.
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