The Ice Refining Prince's face had darkened as though it could drip ink, veins bulging with rage. His fury was no less than when that damned Binglian had deceived and betrayed him all those years ago!
Damn it! Why hadn't that bastard run farther away?
The Absolute Frost Divine Sword he had spent a thousand years painstakingly refining had just been stolen, and he had been searching everywhere for that damned, cunning brat.
Yet now someone had disturbed the Heavenly Treasures he had sealed away.
What did that mean?
It meant that while he had been searching everywhere for that damned, cunning brat, the brat had never gone far at all. Instead, he had wheeled back for another strike, returned to the house, and stolen the Heavenly Treasures stored there.
Someone had actually cleaned out his lair twice.
How could the Ice Refining Prince not explode with rage?
The Ice Refining Prince was nearly mad with fury. He roared, "Go back! You must capture that damned bastard for me!"
The Two-Winged Demon Beast Puppet beat his enormous fleshy wings, whipping up a howling gale as he charged toward the cliff.
"Damn it! Damn it all!"
"That damned Heavenly Spirit Realm Person is utterly hateful!"
"These bastards are each more treacherous than the last!"
"Damn it! Making a fool of this prince again and again!"
"This prince will make that damned bastard pay!!!"
The Ice Refining Prince cursed in a frenzy, his golden eyes webbed with frightening blood vessels. He swore he would make those damned bastards pay!
The more the Ice Refining Prince thought about it, the angrier he became, until he had completely lost his reason.
Trapped in this accursed place for thousands of years, he had already been on the verge of going mad. He had devoted himself