When Jiang Shouzhong switched his body back, intense pain flooded his entire body like a tide, as if countless sharp blades were ravaging every acupoint in his body. His meridians felt like fragile silk threads being brutally torn apart.
He could clearly hear the sound of his own bones breaking, incessantly cracking like popping beans.
"You! What! The! Hell! Did! You! Do!?"
Under the assault of pain, Jiang Shouzhong almost lost consciousness on the spot. Clenching his teeth tightly, he struggled to stay alert, glaring angrily at the white-haired Demon Venerable in the mirror, his mouth spattering blood.
They had agreed not to be rough and to treat his body well.
Yet it turned out to be even worse than last time!
At this moment, the Demon Venerable also became somewhat transparent. A clear indication of waning strength and a languid spirit replaced the once radiant and magnificent demeanor.
