Even just glancing at that one figure from afar, Cursed Yin knew that Xu Xiaoshou's reaction after regaining his underwear would be exactly the same shock as when he first encountered the theft of the Dragon character.
"Sizzle..."
Cursed Yin wanted to laugh, as much hatred he had for Xu Xiaoshou just now, he now felt equally refreshed.
Cursed Yin laughed loudly, purple mist swirling, mixed with black devilish energy, his laughter was crazed, completely losing composure.
A mere human, meddling with Sui Sect's techniques?
Although this could indeed trap him once, catching him off guard.
But when power is finite, how could he not have thought that one could steal his Dragon, and he wouldn't be able to counteract?
Or is it...
This Ancestral God of his, gave him the illusion, too weak to even use "Sky Stealing" and other minor techniques?
"Foolish!"
After laughing just three times, Cursed Yin spat out a curse.