"Are you surprised, you little brat?" Master Wuchao said proudly.
"Surprised by your sister! Even if your entire family turned into this ghastly form, it wouldn't scare me!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"Haha… Considering you're about to die, this old monk will be kind enough to let you die with a clear understanding," Master Wuchao proclaimed haughtily.
"This old monk and those low-level Death Guards and intermediate Five Sons United Demons are different; their refining methods are crude and simple, killing people alive and then using some rare treasures to refine!"
As he said this, a smug smile appeared on Master Wuchao's face.
"Whereas I," Master Wuchao continued arrogantly, "bet my own life and jumped into the blood pool, personally refined by the Second Master, and with many precious treasures added! It took a full forty-nine days to be refined!"
"You bald donkey, has your brain been kicked by a donkey?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"What do you mean?" Master Wuchao asked, puzzled.
