Liu Hang did his best to protect his own soul and his face was extremely pale. His forehead was streaming with beads of sweat.
"I’ve said before that someone as trashy as you better not rile me." Yang Likun’s chubby cheeks jiggled and his eyes flashed with a vicious look. He laughed, "Don’t worry, I won’t use the Red Lotus Fire to swallow up your soul. In that way, the protective mechanism of this pagoda will be triggered. Just like that, I can slowly play with you."
Inside the Grand Heavens Pavilion, the Netherworld Holy Man was furious as he looked at Shen Qifeng, "Shen Qifeng, your disciple is too much."
Yang Likun was obviously tormenting Liu Hang, causing him to experience a torture worse than death.
Shen Qifeng smiled, "Elder Liu, don’t be anxious. They are just sparring. There’s no surprise attack, plotting or backstabbing involved. They are just exchanging tips with each other."
