"Master, Master, save, save me." Sun Shihai, lying at the bottom of the pit, brightened when he saw Zhou Chen approaching. He struggled to open his mouth, speaking haltingly.
"Kill, kill that bastard."
His eyes were full of hatred, nothing but hatred.
Even at this moment, he did not forget to kill Huang Xiaolong.
Zhou Chen's eyes were cold: "Useless! Huang Xiaolong was right to call you useless. I've spent so much Primordial Spiritual Medicine and so much effort on you, yet you can't even handle a single Huang Xiaolong, not even withstand one of his attacks! If this isn't being useless, then what is?"
"Supreme genius, Demon God Bloodline? I think it's bullshit bloodline!"
The more Zhou Chen spoke, the more dissatisfied he became. He had originally hoped Sun Shihai would achieve good results in the Heaven war, but now, before they even started, he had been wrecked by Huang Xiaolong like this.
Sun Shihai was disgracing him!
