The Sanjie Taoist's eyes bulged, and his shriveled eyeballs almost popped out.
A gold thread appeared at the root of his withered thighs.
The thin line grew wider and wider.
Both of his withered legs, like dead branches, plummeted and fell off.
Excruciating pain!
It contorted his face!
"Hiss ahhhh!!!" The Sanjie Taoist let out a piercing scream, clearly remembering the last time he suffered this way was when that Demon and Devil dealt him a near-fatal blow.
He hadn't expected... to feel this pain again after hundreds of years.
"Fan Wu! You should die!!!!"
"You deserve death!!!"
The Sanjie Taoist screamed wildly in furious rage, "For this body that was severely injured by the Demons and Devils, I've cultivated the foundation for hundreds of years! Your sword destroyed the legs of my body, ruined my centuries of secluded meditation! You've destroyed my hopes and expectations of returning to the peak!!!"
"You!!!"
"Really!!!"
"Should!!!"
"Die!!!"
