The screams gradually faded, replaced by heavy wheezing like a broken bellows.
Then the Court Guardian Pavilion Master's furious voice traveled down the passage, seething with boundless venom.
"Zhou Xuan!!"
The name was practically forced through clenched teeth, laden with towering hatred.
"You little bastard! You dared to set me up!!"
The old woman's voice twisted and warped with unbearable pain.
"What did you throw into the Blood Pool?! My dao fruit... my origin source! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces! I'll rip out your divine soul and roast it over the netherflames of Nine Nether for ten thousand years!"
Faced with a death threat from a Longevity Realm powerhouse, Zhou Xuan did not even furrow his brow.
He stepped forward, leaned directly over the Black Iron Case, and tapped its edge, sneering into the warped energy passage.
"Old hag, don't get so worked up."
Zhou Xuan's voice was quiet but carried exceptionally well, traveling clearly through the passage to the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
"How's that rich soup with the extra ingredients? I prepared it especially for you. Does it taste authentic enough?"
A fit of violent coughing came from the other end, as though the old woman had coughed up blood from sheer rage.
Zhou Xuan kept rubbing salt into the wound.
"Your realm dropped, and your bones are frail. You ought to nourish yourself. Don't stand on ceremony with me. I have plenty of waste here. If that wasn't enough, shall I pack up a few more and send them over? Guaranteed to fill you up."
The four Old Ancestors in the secret chamber listened, dumbstruck.
This brat was vicious.
He had tricked her into a half-dead state, then piled on every ounce of mockery he could muster.
Old Ancestor Xuanming swallowed, secretly grateful that he was on