"Stop, damn you! Did you hear me?"
The old man could not control his body, yet he could feel the Martial Qi in his meridians and Dantian rapidly draining away like a breached floodbank.
Martial Qi was not only the foundation on which a Martial Gall Warrior relied for survival, but also the source of his long lifespan. Once the Anointing ended, the fruits of his lifelong cultivation would all be ruined. Without Martial Qi to support him, death would not be far away.
Within a hundred days at most, his meridians would shatter, and he would die!
No, perhaps he would not last a hundred days.
At his current age, the old man could be called a living treasure!
"Jimò Yu, did you hear me?" The old man's voice echoed beside Jimò Yu's ear, shifting from panic to loss of control, then to a roar, and finally even cracking into a shrill, tearing note. Every word was steeped in boundless venom. "Stop, damn you!"
However, Jimò Yu remained unmoved.
"Jimò Yu, do you believe this marquis can make your entire Gongxi Clan die without a burial place?" If anyone could have seen his expression, his eyes would surely have been bulging from their sockets, his teeth nearly ground to pieces by hatred.
Jimò Yu finally responded.
His voice was full of mockery. "That's an interesting thing to say. Aren't you clear about the root of the Gongxi Clan's Clan Annihilation? By now, only a few stragglers remain of the entire clan. My clan has always advocated cremation, and no one truly cares where those few die in the end. What use is this little threat of yours? I advise you not to work yourself up. Just enjoy what little time you have left."
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