"Have you ever thought about back then... those four, they were probably refined using similar methods, weren't they?"
With those words, the four figures carrying the palanquin began to emit a blood-red glow.
The skin on Xuanyuan Broken Blade's face had completely disappeared, revealing a pair of terrifying eyes filled with a considerable amount of resentment. The pain had reached its peak, and he could no longer speak.
"They, like you, are superior puppet materials. I merely refined them slightly, and they became satisfactory creations."
"You, too, are the same. The resentment within your body is no less than theirs..."
"Their souls are trapped within broken bodies, never to see the light of day. Are you... ready to feel the same?"
Jiang Ming leaned close to Xuanyuan Broken Blade's ear and whispered softly.
"And also, thank you for the materials you've given me."
Jiang Ming glanced around.
