Invitation from the Donglin Imperial Clan

You guys can't screw people over like this.

Cheng Wu stared blankly, his face almost dripping blood from his embarrassment and fury. At the same time, he was also filled with disbelief. Such a prodigy, shouldn't his word be as good as gold? How could he be so sinister?

"What trust do I have to speak of with trash like you?" the large black dog said. He then turned to Ling Han, and said, "I'm tired of playing around with you guys. Kill him."

After saying this, it stomped down with its foot. Pa, Cheng Dongbing's head immediately shattered. He was completely dead, and there was absolutely no chance for him to burn his Celestial Core and start over again.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Cheng Wu howled at the skies, like a lone wolf that had been injured.

Boom, a terrifying aura surged out of his body, his whole body glowing. Then, he charged towards Ling Han, brandishing the Spirit Tool in his hand, only attacking and not defending.