A pale blood-colored space.
At the mountain peak, the mountain breeze was cool.
A tall and upright young man was whistling while unfastening his trousers, a stream of urine spraying forth.
Below him,
four or five disciples of the Bone Demon Palace were trying hard to chase after the young man's figure, when suddenly they were met with some drifting urine and water.
"Chen Yu! I want you to wish you were dead—"
The Demon Clown's face was almost twisted, furious to the extent of rupture, his voice piercingly cold.
"Boy! Grinding your bones to dust and scattering them in the air is not enough to quell the hatred in my heart."
Shangguan Qi's face was ashen, roaring with inward rage.
The disciples of the Bone Demon Palace were enraged, issuing angry howls.
Humiliation!
Bare, naked mockery and insult.
Even though the urine and water hadn't completely touched their skin, having been repelled by the outburst of Qi Force protecting them.
