With a shout, Third Master Zhang even raised his whip, scolding harshly and causing the creature's face to turn deathly pale.
Suddenly, it flipped over, pulling a black, dull nail from its tattered robe. Its face showed an aggrieved expression, but its hands acted without the slightest hesitation.
With a SQUELCH, it drove the nail into its own shoulder. Simultaneously, Mr. Longjing, who had just finished preparing the second talisman arrow, felt his own left shoulder split open as blood began to seep out.
"Evil spirit! Demon spawn! Do you see this grand gift the Zhang family has sent you?"
Third Master Zhang was eager to capture Mr. Longjing's full attention. His face was ghastly as he shouted, "You might think this is a Creation Technique, and while that's not entirely false, he is also made from your own flesh and blood—an evil object among evil objects, an abomination among abominations!"
"But even this beast is of your bloodline!"
