Without a word of coordination, they had worked together in perfect accord to deliver their first blow to Hongjun's composure.
Hongjun was already irritated. At the sound of Tongtian's laughter, the anger in his heart flared up for no apparent reason.
"Tongtian, shut your mouth!"
He stared fixedly at Tongtian, making no effort to hide the disgust in his eyes!
Since when had Tongtian become such a petty creature, gloating over others' misfortunes? Had being locked up for so long truly twisted his mind?
At Hongjun's roar-
Bang! Tongtian seemed to suffer a heavy blow, and his face instantly went pale.
"Urgh!"
The next moment, Tongtian, as frail as a sheet of paper, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Cough, cough!"
Then came a string of coughs. Tongtian seemed to be suffering an asthma attack, coughing harder and harder until he covered his mouth with his hand. When he opened his palm, it was covered in blood.
"Heh, Dao Ancestor, so you stripped me of my freedom and my cultivation, and now you want to strip me of my right to speak too?"
With blood at the corners of his mouth, Tongtian confronted Hongjun with biting sarcasm and laughed aloud. "I'll laugh if I want to! Hahaha! You brought this on yourselves! Commit enough wicked deeds, and you'll bring about your own destruction! This is Luo Hou and Yang Mei coming to your door to collect their debts!"
"Kill me if you have the guts, Hongjun! I, Tongtian, will defend my right to speak to the death!"
Tongtian stared fixedly at Hongjun like a madman, unleashing a merciless indictment.
No one knew why Tongtian had suddenly gone mad.
But at that moment, Tongtian was courting death with wild abandon, doing everything he could to rattle Hongjun while Hongjun was already