"Enough, enough. I know I was wrong. You can quiet down now." Wang Linchi looked at the middle-aged Cultivator who was cursing profusely. The other party was a Cultivator of the ancient god realm, so Wang Linchi hadn't anesthetized him. Thus, throughout the dissection process, the man's mouth never stopped, cursing most of Wang Linchi's immediate relatives.
However, Wang Linchi didn't mind. After all, his family register only consisted of one page, and his immediate relatives were now not only ashes, but their entire world had also been obliterated.
So, Wang Linchi had no reaction to the man's curses.
He was already dissecting the other party. Letting him curse a few times to vent his frustration wouldn't cost Wang Linchi anything more; he wasn't about to bicker with a dead man.
"I f—" The man, seeming to realize he was nearing the end of his life, rattled off a string of profanities like a barrage of firecrackers.
