Don't say Zhou Qing went through a fierce battle to become like a spent candle, even at his peak, he would only be a slightly bigger ant in front of him.
Now, Zhou Qing is like fish on the chopping block, at his mercy.
"Tsk tsk, truly pathetic." Nangong Xiongba didn't answer immediately but shook his head with contempt, his dark robe fluttering in the wind.
Suddenly he bent down, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"
His voice carried suppressed twisted pleasure, "Ever since Luer died at the hands of you, a mere junior, I've constantly imagined this moment..."
"And, are you talking about that decrepit Dharma Aspect left on Luer?"
Nangong Xiongba straightened up, sliced his right hand through the air, conjuring the silhouette of that crane-haired figure from the day, "It's nothing but a trick."
