"Insolent!"
The space within the Blood World Pearl resounded with a thunderous roar.
The Divine Throne suddenly exploded, and Cursed Yin vanished along with it.
At the same time, the heavens split open, revealing a massive purple vertical pupil, which widened sharply, seemingly reflecting the blurry figure of Cursed Yin pinching a spell.
"Confine!"
Yet, not even a single word had escaped its lips.
Over at Dao Qiongcang's side, a technique had just concluded, but rather than shattering the Divine Throne, it merely caused a ripple.
He remained suspended in mid-air, maintaining the same elegant resting posture as Cursed Yin before, humorously gazing at Xu Xiaoshou:
"Do you believe that after all these days together, I can fully discern what Cursed Yin is thinking?"
…
Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.
In truth, the character "囧" startled more than just Cursed Yin, and what stirred people's imagination was not just the red four-cornered underwear.
