Scorpion Ancestor hovered in midair, his tail hook swaying gently and mockery glinting in his compound eyes. His voice dripped with contempt and derision. "Still hoping to escape this calamity? Hahahaha! Listen closely, boy—this will be the last calamity of your life!"
He paused, then slowly descended onto a jutting rock. Looking down at Wang Quan from above, he continued, "Did you really think we were fools? Hmm? You only escaped Blackwind Ridge the first time because those four idiots were careless and underestimated you, leaving a gap for you to slip through. To put it plainly, you were just lucky."
He extended a pincer and pointed at Wang Quan, his disdain utterly undisguised. "Which of us old fellows didn't crawl out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? We've crossed more bridges than you've traveled roads, eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. What waves could a greenhorn like you possibly stir up when you've only just entered the eighth realm and your foundation is still shaky? Hmm?"
Bull Demon Old Ancestor gave a muffled snort beside him and rumbled, "Why waste so much breath on him? Just seize him, extract his soul and refine his spirit, and force out the secret of that fusion technique. This brat forcibly fused three kinds of power to enter the eighth realm with only seventh-realm peak strength. He must be hiding a great secret."
Snake Demon Old Ancestor licked her lips and smiled coquettishly. "Don't be so impatient, Brother Bull. I still want to play with this little fellow a while longer. Look at him, at the end of his road yet still pretending to be calm. Isn't it amusing?"
Flying Fish Old Ancestor floated in the air without speaking, but his usually languid-looking slit pupils were now fixed firmly on