As Chen Zhixing's words fell.
The ancient profound cauldron looked at Chen Zhixing, its expression gradually changing.
Chen Zhixing, with his dark robe, a face as handsome as an immortal, had vanished.
In his place was a devil wearing a human mask, with a fake smile, full of sly persuasion.
He suddenly took a deep breath, then used all his strength, letting out a loud shout:
"You treat me, the ancient profound cauldron..."
Boom!!
In an instant, the ancient profound cauldron leaped up, its eyes filled with fury, throwing a punch at Chen Zhixing.
"....as what kind of person?!!"
Whoosh.
A pale, slender hand, with distinct joints, grabbed the punch thrown by the ancient profound cauldron.
"Truly virtuous and admirable."
Chen Zhixing's lips curled into a cold smile, his fingers gradually applying force.
Crack crack crack.
The sound of bones breaking rang out.
"Given the chance, you prove useless, then....."
Boom——!
