The Seventh Saint’s cheeks were swollen with perfect symmetry. He paused, intending to utter a few threats, only to realize that two of his teeth had been slapped out.
The Second Elder of the Netherworld Mansion had an unreadable expression. If he could, he truly would have liked to crack open the Seventh Saint’s head to see what was inside. Did he have no brain at all? He had just been slapped by Yin Jiu’er for this very reason, yet he still hadn’t learned his lesson and was still babbling nonsense. Now, it wasn’t just the Seventh Saint who was losing face—he was dragging the entire Netherworld Mansion down with him.
"You had better watch yourself. If there is a next time, I won't be able to save your life!" the Second Elder fumed. He had just gone to Yin Jiu’er to seek justice, but instead of getting it, he had been met with a barrage of mockery. Had he not still possessed a shred of reason, he would be a corpse by now. He had already been in a foul mood from being humiliated, and now the Seventh Saint had repeated the same mistake. *What an idiot; he hasn't learned a thing!*
Chapter 793