In the midst of cackling laughter, Dong Qitian began to cry in agony.
A man of quintessential existence whose reputation was once feared across the world, the feeling of being defeated and locked up for so many years was indescribable. If one had not endured it, it was simply hard to describe in words.
With tears clouding his eyes, he observed the sight of Yun Yang still raising his sword and plunging it down mercilessly, very specifically targeting the stone pillar that imprisoned him and the other two buried at the sides of the stone wall…
Clang, clang, clang…
"Boy, what are you doing?"
"The quality of this Celestial Cotton Gold is truly amazing. I'm cutting all of them up to bring them back with me. If I just leave them here, it'll be as if I've turned up with nothing although I've been into a treasure cave."
"Ah…"