"White Bone Saint Monarch, you old bastard, if you have the guts, come kill me..."
"With a face that ugly, I bet you've never gotten married, have you?"
"Ouch, weren't you supposed to be tough? How come you're like a soft shrimp now, with no strength at all..."
"Hahaha, scared now? Quick, kneel and apologize, call me Grandpa, and I'll spare you!"
Late at night, in the eerily silent Demon Abyss, such a bizarre scene occurred. A giant Skull Head Bone was floating ahead, dragging a comet-like green tail as it fled rapidly, while inside the Skull Head Bone, a loud voice kept echoing—cursing, mocking, provoking—with a torrent of words as mighty as the Yangtze River. Behind it, a giant wielding a Dragon's Bone was chasing furiously, from east to west, in hot pursuit.
