But soon, Song Changsheng noticed something wasn't quite right with his opponent's body. After a moment of contemplation, it dawned on him, and he sneered. "A dignified Purple Mansion Cultivator, reduced to housing his Divine Soul in a living puppet. It must be agonizing to be neither human nor ghost, feeling your Divine Soul dissipate day by day."
At these words, Hanhai's eyes instantly turned crimson. He roared, "If it weren't for you, how could I have possibly fallen to this state!"
Song Changsheng was so provoked he laughed. "You brought this on yourself," he scoffed. "How can you blame me?
Besides, the one who nearly killed you was my martial uncle. You don't go to Luoxia City for revenge, yet you're here, gnashing your teeth at me. It's utterly ridiculous. You're nothing but a shameless coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."
"Bastard! Die!"
