Am I a pig? "I'm your grandma's leg!" Hongjun heard that long-lost voice again. That bastard Great Dao was messing with Laozi again. Screw your uncle!
Hongjun was absolutely certain now. There was no way he could be wrong. "You're the pig!" Without hesitation, Hongjun triggered the soul mark on Qin Fen.
In his eyes, Qin Fen was strong and Chiyou was weak. That was only natural. This bastard bore Creation-of-Heaven Karma, and he had even kept Hongjun alive. The implications were immense, reaching farther than anyone could imagine. It could be said that others owed Qin Fen, while Qin Fen owed no debts. To Qin Fen, the witches were like mice facing a cat. There was simply no possibility of betrayal.
So who was stronger now?
Chiyou was stronger. There was no helping it—Chiyou owed Qin Fen. Unfortunately, everything took time. Even if Big Chef was the creditor, he still had to collect the debt. Getting it back was not something that happened in the blink of an eye.
And that process plainly showed the east wind overwhelming the west wind. Chiyou instantly overwhelmed Qin Fen, and Hongjun watched with delight.
"Great Dao, stop misleading Laozi! Don't think I don't know what you're after. You want to use provocation against me, but I won't fall for it!" Once bitten by a snake, one feared ropes for ten years. Having been deceived by Great Dao once, Hongjun now stubbornly believed only what he saw, no matter what the other side said. A Saint Seiya would never be defeated by the same move twice.
Hongjun's furious roar echoed through Heaven, and the voice in the sky fell silent again. What else could Great Dao do? "That bastard Qin Fen won't have it easy. As long as Chiyou becomes one of the