"Sun Yingyang, you're at death's door, yet you still dare to scheme against me. Unfortunately for you, I survived what should have been a sure death. Tell me—how do you think I should repay you?"
Luo Cheng regarded the severely injured Sun Yingyang with cold, indifferent eyes, advancing step by deliberate step.
His pace was slow, yet each step seemed to pound in rhythm with Sun Yingyang's fading heartbeat.
"You!"
Sun Yingyang glared at Luo Cheng, his face pale as a sheet, completely bloodless.
He had meticulously planned this, igniting the Soul Smoke of a Venerable, invoking the will projection of a Ji Family powerhouse.
He was certain Luo Cheng would die this time, beyond any doubt!
Never had he considered that Luo Cheng could survive!
Knowing the odds were now stacked against him, Sun Yingyang's expression turned twisted with malice. His eyes burning red, he snarled:
