"Yang Ji, come out, stop being a coward!" Xing Xiong continued to taunt.
"Come out quickly, let me chop you into pieces. I'll chop you up and then mince you, mince you and then chop you, chopping and mincing nonstop!"
"So you won't come out, huh? Later, I will suppress the disciples of your Wuji Dao Sect one by one, burn them alive with Nine Yin Demonic Fire. It's all your fault, their tragic end, all because of you."
"No, not all at once. Just burn them half to death, then I'll use supreme techniques to heal them, and then burn them half to death again. This cycle will repeat, making the disciples of your Wuji Dao Sect overflow with resentment, wailing endlessly, hahaha."
Xing Xiong kept on shouting provocations.
Tian Xie and Mo Jie watched with cold eyes on the side. The three demons gathered together, their expressions cold, enveloping all directions with a murderous aura, putting immense pressure on the Wuji Dao Sect.
