The Auspicious Demon God stared wide-eyed as Zhou Dao stowed his severed arm into his bag.
Fury took him, and the Three Corpses in him leaped furiously while the Seven Apertures emitted smoke, a killing intent that hadn't arisen in many years surged up like a tide.
The Auspicious Demon God had lived through endless years, starting from the Devil God Era, traversing through the Taoist Era, the Ancient Era, and the Imperial Era, yet he had never seen such a shameless person.
"Are you freaking human or not!?" the Auspicious Demon God cursed loudly.
Encountering Zhou Dao was like suffering eight lifetimes of terrible luck. With great difficulty, he had healed his scars from over twenty thousand to just over two thousand. Yet within less than half a day of Zhou Dao entering the tower, the number of his scars had exploded to over thirty thousand.
