"Aaaaahhhh!!!" Sitting Oblivion Path knelt on the ground, trembling as he covered his flayed face with his hands and let out violent screams of agony.
The screaming wasn't just from pain, but also from the realization that he'd been tricked.
With the sound of mucus sliding across skin, Black Taisui's writhing tentacles wrapped around the flayed face, eyeballs still attached, and slowly retracted back into Li Huowang's mouth.
With a gulp, Li Huowang painfully swallowed the stinking, slimy mass.
He looked at Sitting Oblivion Path struggling to his feet. Staggering, Li Huowang reached back and yanked—the Copper Coin Sword instantly appeared in his hand.
SWISH! As Li Huowang lost his balance from the swing and fell, Sitting Oblivion Path, his body embedded with over a dozen Copper Coins, also collapsed to the ground.
The dying Sitting Oblivion Path wore a strange smile. "As expected, you're still the strongest... Boss Hong Zhong... Sanyuan really lives up to its name."
