Inside a planetary ship, which measured less than ten feet long and roughly four feet wide, Jiangcheng Zi, anguished and feeling like crying, cursed hoarsely at the top of his voice, "Han Xiao you old b*stard! You are considered a grandmaster of the generation, but you're so shameless that you sneakingly attacked me, a junior, from behind! Y-yo-you...!"
Jiangcheng Zi stood eight feet tall, was clad in a green Daoist robe, and had a visage as handsome as the ornamental jade on the cap. But right now, he was having a very miserable look, as if he were a poor teenage girl that had just been raped by one thousand perverts. His left arm was broken, and tiny fragments of pale white bones could be found all over himself. There was a bowl-sized hole opened up on his right chest. Through the hole, his pinkish lungs could be seen wriggling and pumping rapidly.
