Encountering Luohou Again

"You're... you're Luohou?" That was right—the one speaking was Luohou. It could not help but leave Yuan Tian shocked. When had Luohou come to his side? How had he not known? Given Yuan Tian's strength, there was no reason he should not have sensed Luohou's arrival. Had Yuan Tian thought about beautiful women until he had gone so far as to suffer qi deviation? "Hehe, kid, we meet again." Luohou's smile did not reach his eyes, and it made Yuan Tian's skin crawl.

"Hehe, yes, Senior Luohou. We've met again. What a coincidence." Yuan Tian greeted him helplessly. How could he not be helpless?

"Kid, do you remember what I said when I left last time?"

"What you said?" Yuan Tian had to think carefully. More than a hundred million years had passed—who could remember so clearly?

Yuan Tian's memory was fairly good, and he recalled it. It seemed to be: "You'd better watch yourself. Next time, you won't be so lucky. You'd better pray that you never meet me again." That should have been it. He was a thousand times unwilling to see Luohou now. Who would want to see such a "plague god"?

Speaking of which, Yuan Tian was rather "unlucky." The first time he met Luohou, he had just fought Po Hun and was injured. This time he met Luohou, he was still injured. Was that not bad luck?

At this point, you might feel puzzled. How had Yuan Tian gotten injured again?

Do not forget that when Yuan Tian climbed to the summit of Mount Buzhou, he had been severely wounded. Over the past few hundred years, his physical injuries had completely healed. After all, not only was Yuan Tian's body formidable, but its recovery ability was also incredibly strong. As for the damage to his