Lin Jiuzheng was stunned as he listened to Creation Supreme Being's tale.
This... had to be the one among the Ten Venerables and Two Fiends with the most eventful death, right?
When the black hand appeared, he didn't even fight. He surrendered.
Then, while he was being refined into an evil corpse, he somehow came back to life and slapped the black hand across the face?
That... was outrageously fierce.
The black hand must have been completely dumbfounded.
At the thought, his expression turned complicated. He asked,
"What did the black hand look like?"
Creation Supreme Being's evil corpse said,
"I slapped his face to pieces. How would I know what he looked like?"
Lin Jiuzheng was stunned again.
What kind of wild claim was that?
In his previous life, he'd been able to slap the black hand's face to pieces?
That... couldn't be bragging, could it? And what a boast it was...
But Creation's evil corpse continued,
"Well... or maybe his face was already rotten. The slightest touch and the flesh fell off. It was disgusting, you know?"
"His state was bizarre, like he was pieced together from countless chunks of rotting flesh..."
Lin Jiuzheng pondered.
There was no doubt that the information Creation Supreme Being had given him touched on some of the universe's deepest secrets.
At the very least, this was the first time he'd heard of something called black mist.
But right now, he had no way of knowing what any of this information meant.
Creation Supreme Being's evil corpse said,
"I've finished talking. Now it's my turn to ask you something."
Lin Jiuzheng said,
"Go ahead."
Creation Supreme Being's evil corpse glanced at the wooden sword in Lu Rang's hand, then at the little Kirin. A trace of nostalgia and emotion appeared in his eyes