Zhurong immediately changed his expression, assuming a posture as though he intended to fight to the death!
Were all these Ancestral Witches fucking out of their minds?
What exactly had he said wrong to cause such a drastic change in Zhurong's attitude?
Just moments ago, Zhurong had clearly agreed with him, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to kill Ancestral Witch Houtu outright.
As the incarnation of Yuanshi's Evil Corpse, he was certain of that. There could be no mistake!
Zhurong had been suppressing an immense amount of malice and killing intent all along!
And apart from Ancestral Witch Houtu, who had beaten him half to death, no creature in the Primordial World could possibly have earned such hatred from Zhurong.
What was more, Zhurong had sworn an oath on his bloodline.
That could not possibly have been faked.
But even after racking his brains, the incarnation of Yuanshi's Evil Corpse could not understand.
Why had Ancestral Witch Zhurong suddenly turned hostile?
Surely a mighty Ancestral Witch could not have suddenly gone mad!
Unfortunately, he happened to need Ancestral Witch Zhurong right now, along with his willing cooperation.
Otherwise, he would have simply used this incarnation's Saint-level combat power to suppress and annihilate Zhurong.
Both his original self and this incarnation were Saint-level existences!
When had a mere ant in the Quasi-Saint Realm ever treated him like this?
Precisely for that reason, this incarnation of Yuanshi's Evil Thought could only forcibly endure the killing intent boiling within him, force a smile onto his face, and say:
"Fellow Daoist Zhurong, weren't we having a very pleasant discussion just now?"
"Why have swords suddenly been drawn and bows pulled taut?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhurong, if anything I said offended you, please forgive me!"
Humiliation.
Utter humiliation.
That was all the incarnation