"Anyone can run their mouth," the Celestial Nether Saint King said, his eyes filled with disdain. "And you're the perfect proof. Your strength is decent, but I still have you completely suppressed! If you had just cultivated a bit longer before showing your face, you might have stood a chance. It's a shame, because now you're dead for sure!"
The Evil Spirit Race Bloodline within him surged, and his entire body erupted in a golden radiance, making him look like some righteous hero. But in reality, his heart was incomparably foul; he was a fiend who massacred people as if they were nothing!
To achieve his goals, he would spare no one—not the innocent, not even a newborn baby.
"No, *you're* the one who's dead!"
Yi Tianyun's eyes glinted. He didn't rush to attack. Instead, he was frantically selling off his possessions, as if pawning everything he owned. He sold all the duplicate Martial Arts scrolls and low-grade weapons from his inventory!
