Bai Ruozhu sneered, "With your strength, no amount of curses will work, you're not even part of the Dragon Clan."
The great elder said viciously, "But I have the Dragon Ball, using it for a curse will definitely make you suffer generation after generation, sons born as slaves, daughters as prostitutes."
Jiang Yichun kicked him in the chest, such a wicked old bastard, it would be better to just kill him with a knife.
"Can you produce the Dragon Ball?" Bai Ruozhu laughed twice, "All you can do is use its spiritual power to ensure your newborns are human-shaped, yet you cannot truly use its power, otherwise you wouldn't store the Dragon Ball inside the Giant Turtle."
The great elder showed a look of surprise, clearly Bai Ruozhu had guessed right.
But he quickly laughed wildly, "Let's see what choice you make, there's only one Dragon Ball, given to the white dragon, Chushuang is beyond saving."
Jiang Yichun kicked him hard again, the great elder spewed blood.
