Xie Changsheng had barely had time to warm to his new name, "Xie Duansheng," when he saw Song Chi staggering toward him.
His buttocks swayed three times with every step, his white hair dragged along the ground, and black vapor still poured out of him.
"You..."
Song Chi raised a hand, pointing a trembling finger at Xie Changsheng.
"Fight me..."
Xie Changsheng's face turned green.
Fight your damn uncle!
Put your fucking pants on before you talk!
"I don't know you!"
Xie Changsheng hastily retreated a step, his voice trembling. "Y-you stay back!"
Song Chi couldn't take any of it in. He tilted his head, blinked his blood-red eyes, and muttered broken phrases:
"I... I'm now... terrifyingly strong..."
"Fight me..."
Xie Changsheng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood beside him.
Terrifying or not, who knew? But disgusting? Absolutely!
He turned to the others. "This lunatic's got the wrong person. Let's just go."
Luo Hongyi silently retreated a hundred feet.
Zhou Yan did the same.
Murong Li had long since hidden at the very back.
Gray Gray's four legs churned furiously, carrying him far away in a flash.
Si Chen pondered for a moment, then lightly flew over to the others as well.
Xie Changsheng was dumbfounded.
You bastards just sold me out like that?!
"Brother Si!" His voice cracked.
Si Chen met his gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother Changsheng, fight him a little. It'll do some good."
"This power of his has to be spent. Help him work through it. That's a great deed of merit."
Xie Changsheng: "???"
Good?
What good!!!
Merit?
Why the fuck don't you come claim this merit yourselves?!
Song Chi had already lunged at him.
Unable to dodge in time, Xie Changsheng took a punch to the shoulder and flew sideways