In the eyes of these Divine Palace Elders of the Punishment Hall, slaughtering a few ordinary Void Refinement cultivators was no different from crushing a stinkbug.
"Go to hell! You're not dead yet, so there’s no way I’m dying!"
Before the words of Xing Thirteen had even fully faded, Wang Lu, his face a ghastly, blood-stained mask as fresh gore continued to spill from his mouth, let out a sharp, furious curse.
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