Chai Po, who had been brimming with vitality a second ago, instantly wilted.
Having failed to defend himself with his own Divine Power or Primordial Power, the meridians and blood within his body were invaded by Nine Nether's terrifying chill in just a single breath.
His ruddy skin turned Ghost Blue and became coated in a faint layer of ice crystals.
The burly man curled up at that moment.
Tsk, tsk, tsk~
His upper and lower teeth continuously clattered together, sounding especially clear in the silent Nine Nether King City.
Shiva's state of mind had already exploded.
Not only had he been driven into a dead end and had his equipment stolen by a junior, but Chai Po had even completely ignored him, as though Shiva did not exist. Right in front of him, Chai Po had fought a junior over something forcibly snatched from his own hands.
Such misery made Shiva feel like an utter clown.
Yet what Shiva had not expected was that the comedy was far from over. Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix had actually gathered together—someone had even gone looking for humiliation, throwing away their own face before so many righteous and villainous figures.
"Wahahaha, wahahaha! You're going to make me laugh myself to death, Chai Po! You truly are my good brother! I'm about to die, and you're still trying so hard to make me happy."
"Hahahaha, hahaha!"
Shiva's hearty laughter mercilessly whipped Chai Po across the face.
Had Chai Po been in normal condition right then, he would surely have stepped forward to teach Shiva the basic social grace of not exposing others' shortcomings.
Unfortunately, Chai Po's condition was truly terrible now.
Allowing Nine Nether's cold, sinister power to invade his body without putting up any defenses had brought about exceedingly dire consequences.
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