As the flames on the green lotus continued to burn, Li Zhiyuan was no longer as calm and composed as before, his face gradually showing signs of pain.
True Monarch Pu Du: "I gave you the chance of fate, but you did not cherish it. Those with great karmic bonds can easily achieve the fruit of the great path, but they can also easily meet with a sudden disaster and die prematurely."
Li Zhiyuan's figure swayed, his eyes showing confusion and bewilderment, but there seemed to be some kind of inertia. The boy's voice remained firm, laced with the same mocking tone as before:
"Earlier, I just didn't want to gamble my life on your mercy; now you say these things again, don't you find it ridiculous?"
True Monarch Pu Du pressed his hands together, and the fire of the green lotus grew even stronger.
Li Zhiyuan let out a muffled groan, falling to his knees, clutching his face tightly with his left hand, his chest heaving up and down.
