"I'm telling you, I, Fang Hong'an, am done with the Cold Nether Sect! I'm taking the Puppet Sect's inheritance to rebuild my Foundation Establishment! Hahaha!"
Fang Hong'an roared with laughter, his expression shifting as if he'd become another person entirely. He was finally showing his true colors.
At these words, Han Mo trembled with rage. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood. "Fang Hong'an, you... you dare!"
Fang Hong'an cracked his neck, tucked the Cyan Cicada Puppet into his robes, and sneered.
"Old fool, I advise you to stay put. Do that, and I might leave your corpse intact. Otherwise, don't blame me for grinding your bones to dust after I kill you, ensuring you will never be reincarnated!"
The faces of Bai Ningshuang and the other Cold Nether Sect disciples went deathly pale.
Who would have thought that one of the two Foundation Establishment Guardians sent by the Sect would be a traitor!
