His left arm was charred.
The withered old face was covered in terrifying blisters and scorch marks from the Thunder Fire.
Yet, unlike Fang Qingyu, whose breath was as faint as a thread,
Jiang Taixuan's single cloudy eye remained fixed, with a hint of mad delight, on Fang Qingyu's curled-up figure.
"Hah... hah hah..."
A raspy laugh emanated from his throat, mixed with blood foam.
"Didn't... didn't expect... truly didn't expect this..."
His voice was like sandpaper scraping against dry bones, full of deep-seated hatred and a nearly twisted awe.
"Golden Body... Jade Bone... both surpassed limits... a true... peerless genius in the human world..."
Each word dragged on his body's excruciating pain, but he didn't care.
"Good... truly very good... that old dog Hong Qitian... indeed... indeed found a treasure not seen in millennia..."
His eyes were bloodshot with extreme spite.
"But alas... but alas... you, this treasure... today will... fall into the hands of this old man..."
