"Do you think this Sao Saint was molded out of clay?"
Yang Zhen's words left the trio stunned, and Yin Shadow burst into teasing laughter. He jeered, "Boy, do you reckon that the Death Shadow would risk his life for a brat like you, who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth?"
"Yes, indeed, this Sao Saint right here. Hey, old crone, what's your damn name?" Yang Zhen strolled up to Death Shadow, expressing interest towards Yin Shadow.
"You!" The old hag erupted with fury, releasing a wave of force resembling the raging torrents of the underworld, forcefully surging towards Yang Zhen.
Hum—!
The wave of force around Death Shadow restored abruptly, blocking the immense surge outside. Both black forces burst into a violent atmosphere, dissipating in mid-air.
Boom!
Amid the tremors of the earth, Yin Shadow snorted coldly and said to Death Shadow, "Overestimate your abilities all you want. So, you've made up your mind to protect this kid. Then go to your grave for it."
