"Why can you still look as though you've already won?"
Lou Yunxiao caught the smile at Ning Ke's lips, and his heart, which had finally settled, was thrown into turmoil again.
It was bewilderment and anger toward his enemy.
"How can you still smile?!"
"You killed so many people!"
"You took away the parents who loved me, killed every last one of my fellow disciples! You dug out my golden core and destroyed my eyes! How can you still be so calm?!"
He seized Ning Ke by the front of his robes and hauled the limp, powerless man toward him.
The man was filthy, covered in blood, while he remained unscathed, his white robes purer than snow.
Their circumstances were the reverse of what they had been a century ago.
He stood above it all, while the other man had become his prisoner.
So why could Ning Ke still be so composed?!
Lou Yunxiao knew perfectly well that this was not the Ning Ke he wanted to see!
For a hundred years, through tens of thousands of days and nights, he had gritted his teeth and dreamed of the day he would defeat this man, mock him, condemn him, and make him kowtow and apologize to his dead family. He wanted to see Ning Ke broken, begging him for mercy!
Repenting for everything he had done!!
His violent emotions overwhelmed his mind, and the demonic aura he had stabilized with the Buddha Lotus Lamp Mingxin had given him once again teetered on the brink of losing control.
The demon marks on Lou Yunxiao's forehead darkened, and his eyes turned a deep red.
But this time, he made no attempt to control it.
Instead, he carried Ning Ke like a filthy rag, strode out of the Dungeon, and used Flight to