The old man in the prison at this moment still felt a wave of nausea.
Mad.
This is something only a madman could do—using the flesh as a vessel to cultivate the sword stone fragments!
"Gulp."
Han Dang extended his finger and effortlessly pulled out a slender fragment!
Jing Shan Yan's expression turned pale, and he took a deep breath.
The next moment.
Han Dang pressed the slender fragment and inserted it into his own scapula.
The "curse" on him intensified!
"...Ugh!!!"
The frail old man forcefully endured the wave of agony.
He stared intensely at the young man whose body was covered with Heavenly Sheath holes, the latter's face wore a smile, relaxed, and even enjoying... as if doing such things brought some kind of pleasure!
If he's not a madman, then who is?
In terms of injuries, Han Dang's were more severe than his own.
But these "sword stone" fragments could suppress the Titled Transcendent but did not have a suppressive effect on the fourth rank...
