Now it was Qian Ta's turn to have his hair in disarray...
Even if the Overlord Heaven Divine Thunder could not injure a terrifying Saint Martial Stage expert like him, it had still left a few marks on his surface. Qian Ta's eyes had shifted from the delight plainly written across his face to a chilling coldness as terrifying as a towering wave.
It was as though an icy hell had descended...
The hand gripping Yao Yulou's neck trembled slightly—not because he was hurt, but because he was furious.
Yet Yao Yulou remained exceptionally calm and composed. With a faint, bitter smile, he said, "Sure enough, it was like an egg striking a stone. It seems the gap between the first realm of the Venerable Stage and the Saint Martial Stage is still far, far too great. Even after making every preparation, I still couldn't so much as move a single hair on you."
With that, Yao Yulou smiled and closed his eyes...
He knew that he might die the very next moment, or Qian Ta might drag him back to the Thousand Prison Tower and carve him into a thousand pieces.
The former would be a swift and satisfying death. The latter might be miserable, but before dying, he would get to see his father and mother...
And naturally, Yao Yulou hoped for the latter more. He truly wanted to see his parents one last time.
The next moment, Qian Ta's icy voice sounded beside Yao Yulou's ear...
"You betrayed me. You really betrayed me?"
"Why did you dare betray me? Why did you still dare assassinate me? Aren't you afraid your parents will be executed by a thousand cuts? Aren't you afraid your younger sister will take your place? A fool like you, so devoted to sentiment and