Within the grey fog, Duanmu Zheng's voice was muffled, inaudible to those outside.
So, no one heard Duanmu Zheng's last threatening words to Chu Ning.
At the scene, only Chu Ning, who was also enveloped in the thick fog, heard them, but instead of stopping, Chu Ning allowed the grey fog to surge from within his body, intensifying its density even further.
"Kid, I didn't lie to you. This is the Sorrow of the Dao Grinding. All who cultivate are the objects of its grinding down. I don't know where you got it from, but using this Sorrow of the Demonic Path against me will also harm yourself."
Chu Ning's pupils flickered. He didn't know why Duanmu Zheng referred to the Power of Nirvana as the Sorrow of the Demonic Path.
Not to mention whether Duanmu Zheng was telling the truth, even if he was, Chu Ning wouldn't stop at this point.
This old thing must die.
Kill!
