A Monument Raised in Abyss Court! The Underground Emperor of West District Knelt! (Part 2)

Yan Wuji did not look at him and took another sip of tea.

"I'm saying, sir, that you took the wrong path in cultivation."

"Level sixty-two is a bottleneck. It is not because your talent is lacking, but because you chose the wrong third Spirit Ring."

"A Black Tiger Martial Soul paired with a thousand-year Flame Tiger Spirit Ring is the correct choice. But the one you used—"

He paused.

"A thousand-year Frost Horned Ox's, right?"

"The attributes conflict, so every time you use your fourth soul skill, your right arm goes numb."

Zhao Tiehu's heart jolted, and his pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

He had never told anyone about his numb right arm.

It was his greatest weakness.

A secret he had desperately concealed for twenty years.

This young man in white had learned everything just from one glance?

"You—"

"Protection?"

Yan Wuji shook his head, his tone gentle yet carrying an insight that sent chills down one's spine.

"I'm afraid that was not quite an appropriate thing to say, sir."

"But it does not matter now."

He lifted his eyes, his gaze calm and still, as though discussing the day's weather.

"If you are not gone by the time my Sect Master counts to three, then you will not be leaving at all."

Su Chen sat on an abandoned stone chair.

His right hand supported his chin while the index finger of his left hand slowly tapped against his knee.

He did not look at Zhao Tiehu.

He was counting.

"One."

Zhao Tiehu did not move.

"Two."

Zhao Tiehu clenched his fists.

"Three."

Zhao Tiehu could no longer save face.

He had killed more people in West District than this brat had eaten grains of salt.

Since when did a boy whose hair had not even fully grown