"Yang Zhen, you traitorous scoundrel, what the hell are you wearing? Didn't you claim you wouldn't forge another steel armor?"
Oh my! Saint Lin's words were just filled with anger and frustration. The sound of feeling duped was so prominent that Yang Zhen almost thought he went too far. He hurriedly explained, "Saint Lin, take a good look. How in the world is this a steel armor that I, Sao Saint, have crafted? You can't be wronging an innocent Sao Saint like me."
"Bastard, I'm not an idiot. If the thing you're wearing is not a steel armor, then what is it?" Saint Lin exploded, releasing a horrific fire wave, incinerating all the Death Zys in the vicinity.
Seeing a group of Death Zys turn into ashes, Yang Zhen's heart ached and twitched at the corners of his mouth. He pointed at Saint Lin and said, "Mother of..., Saint Lin, as I told you, Sao Saint isn't wearing any steel armor. You... You shouldn't vent your anger on my Death Zys."
