"You... you wicked disciple!"
Huo Yezi struggled up from the ground.
His once-imposing body had shrunk as if deflated, reverting to the form of a little old man. It might have been an illusion, but he seemed more stooped, as if he had aged several years in an instant.
"Cough, ahem!"
He had just gotten to his feet when he lost his balance and fell to his knees again, vomiting blood.
The blow from his wicked disciple, Puhuo, had severely injured his Divine Soul. And that was with Puhuo's skills still being unrefined; he hadn't yet grasped the essence of the God Destruction Forbidden Talisman. Otherwise, a single Talisman could have annihilated a Divine Soul.
"I ask you, did I not treat you well? Why did you first conspire with an outsider to kill your master, and now..."
"Hmph, old bastard, search your heart. Did you really treat me well?" Puhuo's face materialized on the tip of the Molten Earth Dragon's tongue as he sneered.
