"Old bastard, what do you mean by that expression? Looking down on me?"
There was some irritation on Sun Erzu's face as he drew his gun and fired again.
Bam!
This time, the Wind Celestial King was prepared, crouching under a desk, dodging the bullet.
But the flying wood chips still startled him.
"Old turtle, come out and fight to the death, what are you hiding for!"
Sun Erzu's curses echoed.
On the desk, Wind Celestial King trembled with fear, feeling aggrieved to the point of spitting blood.
Holding a pistol, claiming a duel with me...
My God, what kind of scoundrel have I encountered!
At this moment, the fearsome and revered Demon felt like crying.
Death isn't terrifying; what's terrifying is going insane from anger before dying.
As he pondered this, a peculiar scent wafted into his nose.
The scent was indescribable; with just one breath, the Wind Celestial King felt his body stiffen.
Pain attacked from all directions.
