Emperor Wu had once said, "Cultivation is like sharpening a sword; the stronger the divine skills, the sharper the sword edge. It can open the path ahead but also harm oneself. Balancing various choices and sacrifices is the way."
"Ah... Ahhhh..."
Chen Tiange fell to his knees, clutching his head, emitting heart-wrenching screams like a wild beast.
Such agony was like falling into purgatory, skinning and deboning, a torment that flayed flesh and shattered bone...
"You... who the hell are you?" Chen Tiange gritted his teeth and roared.
"With your level of cultivation, you can't support your arrogance. Where did your earlier fury go?" Zhou Dao stood in the distance, watching coldly.
From beginning to end, he had not moved an inch.
Pfft...
Upon hearing Zhou Dao's words, rage struck Chen Tiange's heart, and he curled up on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of old blood. His fingers clutching his head had already dug into his flesh, creating a bloody, muddled mess.