Honestly, he was starting to understand Puhuo now.
Huo Yezi really was an old coot.
The man had a mountain of good things, one treasure after another; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him "Duobao." Yet he was unwilling to share even a sliver with his own disciple.
He was clearly a stingy miser who deserved to be killed by his own apprentice.
SQUELCH. The bloody tongue was torn off.
Puhuo's face on its surface had its eyes shut tight. Huo Yezi knew this was because his soul was bound within the Molten Earth Dragon's body, so the tongue was now just a piece of rotten flesh.
Huo Yezi tossed it to the ground expressionlessly and raised his foot to stomp it to a pulp.
As his master, he was naturally well aware of the Secret Technique Puhuo had used to attach himself to the Molten Earth Dragon. It was merely an esoteric Secret Skill from the Si Fire Scripture, one collected and recorded by an ancestor of the Gongsun Family.
