With the mask removed, Shentu Nantian saw a very familiar but hated face.
"Yi Yun! It's really you!"
Shentu Nantian clenched his fists. His nails pierced his palms till they bled.
"You… clearly swallowed the Seven Noxious Divine Yin Pill. Why… Why isn't your cultivation crippled!?"
Shentu Nantian could not believe that although Yi Yun had been saved a few months ago, Yi Yun should have been a cripple in Shentu Nantian's opinion. Living like that would have been worse than death.
However, he never expected that a trivial figure like Yi Yun, that he could crush to death anytime, was now standing in front of him, with the control of his destiny.
Back then, whatever he did to him had been exactly returned!
It was as if an ant he had nonchalantly stepped to death a few months ago had now stepped on him a few months later!
An ant stamping a human to death.
This was completely… an inconceivable matter!
