"Heh heh... kid, you're damn sly!"
Liuwan clutched his bleeding wound with a pained expression, twisted his arm unnaturally to grab the hilt sticking out of his back, trying to pull out the Vajra jammed into his flesh.
But he realized no matter what he tried, it just wouldn't budge, that Demon-Subduing Vajra Pestle seemed welded tight inside him.
"Stop trying, Senior Liuwan, hehehe, you're not getting it out. I'm from Sitting Oblivion Path, so I already knew all your tricks. This magic artifact took me ages to cheat it out— specifically to deal with you." Li Huowang strolled up to Liuwan.
Liuwan stared at the youth, his face flickering with uncertainty. "You... you were acting all along, weren't you? For you to use Fei Gang so casually, you don't look like a newbie at all. Can't believe I bought your crap."
"You acted like a junior in front of me to set me up? You knew I'd laid a trap, then you turned around and set me up right back?"
