The voice of the human skin grew ever more chilling, while Yun Ziyi snarled in fury, "Stop it, don't say another word!"
"What… you dare to do, but don't allow others to speak ill?"
"I'll rip your mouth apart..."
In his extreme anger, Yun Ziyi unexpectedly engaged in self-mutilation. His two hands hooked the corners of his own mouth, then violently pulled.
The force was so great that he instantly tore the corners of the human skin's mouth.
The human skin had no flesh or blood, the cracks were filled with purple scars, and Qingping Daoist's voice vanished, replaced by the sound of painful gasping and wheezing.
His gaze, like a plea, turned toward Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan understood and waved his hand to signal Li Changxun. Li Shanzu immediately stirred up a strong wind to bind Yun Ziyi's hands, attempting to pull him away.
"In the end, still merciful, Mountain Ancestor."
Zhou Xuan sighed, and immediately summoned the Sword Spirit of Wuwen Mountain from the Secret Realm.
