"Hahaha!" He let out a wild laugh, the face condensed from his remnant soul still strikingly handsome, brows sharp, eyes blade-like, lips thin and severe.
"Back when this seat was a youth, I was pinned against the green stone in the workshop street and whipped thirty times until the bones of my back showed. In Blood Crow Ridge, the remnant souls of Demon corpses gnawed on this seat for three days and three nights. In the Ancient Altar, Blood Ash burned this seat for seven days, my bones crackling in a continuous brittle clatter. In the Golden Glow Valley of Pure Yang Palace, a Sword net covered my head—half my body's Essence Blood was burned clean. Never once has anyone heard this seat beg for mercy!"
"And today, with just those few mouths of yours, a few Soul Lamps, a few soul needles, one small Array, and a tattered soul banner, you think you can make this seat bow his head?"
"Hahaha, hahaha!"
