"I sealed your living soul. He destroyed your original body, turned your three yin spirits into three people, then killed one of your bodies."
"How I feel is an internal matter of our school."
"You can still laugh because you think you've suffered too much. Now that you've seen me, you want me to feel even worse than you do, so you can find some comfort."
"Brother Sanming, am I right?"
Yuan Tianshu turned his head. Even that movement was agonizingly difficult, and pain kept flickering across his face, at odds with his words.
The laughter from Zhou Sanming's secondary body stopped abruptly. The delight on both his faces turned cold, tinged with anger.
"Yuan Yinxin isn't qualified to destroy my original body."
"From beginning to end, he never had the courage to appear before me."
"If he came, I would drain every last bit of his two-five essence, little by little," Zhou Sanming said chillingly.
The thought of Luo Bin's face made his chest tighten. His eyes abruptly widened, his anger almost palpable.
Granted, nothing he had suffered had anything to do with Yuan Yinxin.
But, strictly speaking...
Luo Bin had emerged from Cabinet Mountain and was Yuan Yinxin's disciple.
Whatever their relationship was like, that was an undeniable fact.
He was also the granddisciple of Yuan Tianshu, who stood before him!
Not only had he suffered a setback at Yuan Tianshu's hands, he had suffered one after another at the hands of his granddisciple, Luo Bin.
Beyond the anger on his faces, the pressure in his chest grew heavier. When his emotions reached their peak, a trace of white actually swept across the eyes of his main body.
Just then, his secondary body suddenly took out a Calling Bell and shook it hard.
The gaze of Zhou Sanming's