"I only discovered in the last few days, Senior Brother, that you've been secretly colluding with Yang Di. You've become a heartless wretch who betrayed your own master."
Yang Jing stared at Du Sheng, speaking one deliberate word at a time. Each word was like a red-hot copper needle, piercing Du Sheng's heart.
"What kind of joke is this, Junior Brother?"
Du Sheng forced a nonchalant expression, then suddenly attacked in the next instant.
A large mass of Seven Corpses Yin Fire transformed into a dozen basket-sized flaming skulls that lunged toward Yang Jing. The Yin Evil Qi was so intense it could almost freeze one's Divine Soul.
