The instant the words left his mouth, Chen Luo lunged forward.
His bare foot slammed into the ground, cracking the bluestone beneath it.
Then he threw a punch!
From the start, he had put everything into it. He meant to kill the Yellow-Robed Daoist on the spot!
But...
His opponent was smiling.
The instant the fist struck, his grinning face shattered. No, not just his face. His whole stick-thin body broke apart into countless swarming gu insects!
Chen Luo frowned. A sweep of his fist sent out a gust that shredded every insect.
Yet the Yellow-Robed Daoist's voice still rang in his ears.
"Chen Luo, do you really think I spent all these years making no preparations against you? Sure, your Primal Unity Force is exquisite, your Nine Tribulations Marrow-Stripping Scripture is unmatched in its ferocity, and you have a body covered in Myriad Dharma Mountain's secret Tattoos. Even after wasting so many years, you're still a formidable opponent... But what good is all that power if you can't hit me?"
The Yellow-Robed Daoist's voice grew more mocking with every word.
"You and that junior sister of yours were both complete idiots... Oh, did I ever tell you what I did to her? Tsk, she was a beauty. I kept her company for a full two weeks. If the Blood Sun Sect hadn't offered such a high bounty, I wouldn't have wanted to give her up... And she didn't have it easy once she got there, either. You know they need their subjects alive to make Blood Curses, don't you? For half a year, she endured the agony of having her sinews and marrow stripped away. Those freaks said she could still call your name at first. But after they'd made ten Blood Curses from her, she couldn't even speak..."