"Kid, you, you're so vicious?" In his grief and indignation, Zhuu Jiuyin let out a loud roar with his only remaining head, which spoke in a very eerie manner.
Wang Xiaoqiang sneered, "Zhuu Jiuyin, maybe you still don't know, because of your 'Yin Wind Palm,' my friend Qingqiu has suffered years of pain, delaying his transformation for years..."
As Wang Xiaoqiang spoke, he pointed at the Green Hill Fox.
"Hmph, what does that have to do with me?" Zhuu Jiuyin said with an angry and innocent look on his face.
"This is certainly related to you, the Yin Wind Palm is your exclusive technique, Zhuu Jiuyin, and my friend fell victim to it. You tell me, does this have anything to do with you?..."
"This can only be considered indirect harm," Zhuu Jiuyin suddenly shouted in frustration, "If you're so capable, just kill me!!"
