So hatred could change a person so easily.
Old Xuan's eyes grew moist. In a daze, he seemed to see that innocent, carefree Little Girl still standing before him, calling him Uncle Old Xuan.
Was the Luo Bingxin of today still Luo Bingxin?
Other than ruthless, murderous ferocity, there was nothing else left in her eyes.
"Little Mistress, you truly should stop."
Naturally, Old Xuan's words did not receive Luo Bingxin's attention.
After letting out a cold snort, Luo Bingxin turned away.
With a slight exertion of her foot, the mountain-like pile of ghastly white bones beneath her feet shattered with a series of cracks.
If an ordinary human saw this scene, they would surely be so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.
"Four uncles and aunts, give me a little more time. I believe that before long, we can leave these mountains and head to the Desire Realm. Once we have more abundant nourishment, the rate at which our strength grows will certainly double, until we finally defeat that Immortal King."
The Four Corpse Kings did not agree with Luo Bingxin's self-assessment, but there was nothing they could do.
Their current purpose was to help this girl Luo Bingxin take revenge.
Otherwise, they would never regain their freedom.
For that reason, they could only support Luo Bingxin's plan and act according to her wishes.
The Four Corpse Kings held no feelings for Luo Bingxin. All they cared about was that promise.
In any case, their bodies were tough enough that even if they faced the Immortal King, they would not be killed.
However, they had greatly underestimated the Immortal King. They had made little progress compared to ten thousand years ago, but the Immortal King of today was fundamentally not on the same level as the Immortal King