"Senior, are you telling the truth?" Laowu asked with a trembling voice.
"Of course it's true, or how could I have killed my master in self-defense? My master did indeed torment me, but there were true teachings amidst that torment!" Duge laughed, "Certainly, this is the inheritance of our Carefree Sect; generation after generation has come through this way.
"I have become like this, with all my power lost, thanks to my dear disciple. He thought he could kill me once his skills were perfected, but he didn't expect that I would still escape. After all, he hasn't mastered the ultimate move of flaying our master and setting up a sky lantern. Hahahaha..."
Witnessing Duge's manic state, Niu Sanbao's mouth twitched, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. The man before him had clearly lost his mind—was this what a Demon Head looked like?
