"Fuck! I've never met a human this disgusting in my life! I'm the ruler of the Capital of Slaughter, and now I have to smell farts inside this pig-brain's Sea of Consciousness!"
All nine blood-red bat heads pinched their noses, rolled their eyes in disgust, and cursed up a storm.
The Nine-Headed Bat King had taken refuge inside Tang San, intending to secretly absorb the Asura killing aura and seize his body once it had fully matured.
But Yu Xiaogang was a complete lunatic!
Every day, he mixed up muddy poisons that even pigs wouldn't eat and forced them down Tang San's throat. He had turned him into a walking swamp-gas pit that everyone avoided!
Even Tang San's Sea of Consciousness now reeked of sulfur, rotting flesh, and manure!
"Old pervert! You absolute pervert! Keep feeding him this stuff and his pig farts will stink me to death in here in the Sea of Consciousness!"
The Nine-Headed Bat King's nine heads nearly lost their minds. If its soul hadn't been so weak, it would have rushed out and bitten off Yu Xiaogang's one remaining arm!
Outside, in the Poison Marsh,
The raging yellow-green poison gas slowly dispersed.
After unleashing that earthshaking fart that had shattered a massive boulder, Tang San lay limp in the black mud, as though every last bit of strength had been drained from his pig-like body.
Foul black blood seeped from his seven orifices. The violent blast had burst the yellow-green pustules across his spike-covered back, spilling thick, nauseating fluid.
"Snort... snort..."
Tang San struggled to breathe. His swollen, purple-blue pig face was twisted with pain and despair.
It hurt!
Every inch of his meridians felt as if thousands of poison-coated steel needles were scraping and stabbing through them!
His organs were already riddled with damage.