Faced with the monk's sarcasm, the Huan Jue Sitting Oblivion Path's face flashed with a bit of anger, but it disappeared just as quickly.
Then he slowly crawled up from the ground, theatrically brushed the dust off his Taoist Robe, and rubbed his crooked left cheek.
"Hong Zhong, big boss, you sure got skills now. Whenever you want to beat me up, you just make me real from fake, finish punching, and then send me back."
"But I'm already a dead guy, no matter how much you bully me, what's the point? You planning to kill me twice?"
"Believe it or not, my worries for you just now were genuinely heartfelt. We're all grasshoppers tied to the same rope now. If you die, we're definitely going down with you."
As he talked, Sitting Oblivion Path's illusion unconsciously walked up to Li Huowang, staring at him quietly with the two holes on his face.
