Rage instantly ignited in Xiao Cangqing's heart, blazing like an uncontrollable wildfire.
Chu He!
It was Chu He again!
The name echoed in his ears like a Curse.
He had only met the rotten man twice, yet he had already heard this name on both occasions.
He couldn't understand why that man, who hadn't even cultivated a Primordial Spirit, was so highly regarded—even compared to him.
Amid the despair of being consumed by rot, an unprecedented fury erupted within Xiao Cangqing.
He could not accept such humiliation, nor could he tolerate being so utterly powerless before this Evil Spirit.
He widened his soon-to-be-corroded eyes, trying to force out one last spark of life.
For Xiao Cangqing, who was about to be reduced to rotting flesh, this humiliation ignited a fire of rage that burned hotter than his fear of death.
'A good slap should shut you up!'
Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed the rotten man's eyes.
