'He just had to knock over the Eight Trigrams Furnace?'
'Is he insane??'
Feeling the wisp of his True Spirit that was permanently lost after being absorbed by the Eight Trigrams Furnace, Bodhi's chest heaved violently.
"Son of a bitch!"
He cursed out loud.
「Meanwhile, in Douluo Palace.」
"The Old Immortal's Dharma is amazing!"
Sun Wukong had no idea what had just transpired. His face broke into a wide grin as he looked at the overturned Eight Trigrams Furnace. He leaned in for a closer look but only saw pitch-black darkness. At the bottom of the furnace, a person seemed to be lying there quietly.
The blurry figure's chest was still rising and falling, clearly indicating they were alive. As they were roasted by the flames beneath the furnace, thin wisps of green smoke rose from their body.
"You old fiend! Using a person for alchemy? You're utterly heartless! You deserve a beating! You deserve a beating!"
