"Ancient Profound Venerable?"
Feng Wuchen curled his lips in a cold smile and said, "Just as I expected. I already guessed it had something to do with the Ancient Profound Venerable. It was either you or him anyway."
Heavily injured and weak, Zhu Tianmo glared at Feng Wuchen with half-open eyes, vicious and poisonous, wishing he could tear Feng Wuchen's body into thousands of pieces.
"Don't look at me like that. If you'd talked earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much. Look how miserable you are now." Feng Wuchen sneered.
Zhu Tianmo's injuries were severe, his old face twisted, his hands and feet broken, who knew how many bones in his body shattered—he was no longer human-shaped.
"If I hadn't set up the Dragon God barrier, maybe the Ancient Profound Venerable would have come to save you, or perhaps the powerhouse behind you would have. You think that's right?" Feng Wuchen asked with a cold smile.
