"This little beast sure knows how to win hearts."
Upon hearing the surrounding discussions, a cold light flickered in Sikong Yi's eyes.
"Fools, this lad is simply playing mind games. You lot might as well be dead."
The Ghost God Honorific also wore a gloomy expression.
"My disciples were simply useless."
Xie Zhiqiu could only lower his head and bow, his hatred for Ling Chen ran deep. Though they were alive, they had lost their former glory. They were failures. Defeated by Ling Chen, they were branded with an indelible mark of humiliation.
Only by defeating Ling Chen could he wash away this humiliation.
「Inside the Sky Demon Tower.」
"That old man is unreliable."
Sitting on the ground, Ling Chen couldn't help but curse. If it weren't for my wit and that bit of acting just now, I might already be a corpse.
Just as Ling Chen was about to sit down cross-legged and restore his strength, a series of unusual noises suddenly rang out from the surroundings.
