Lu Wenwu squinted his eyes, suddenly feeling that something was off.
What could it be...
Damn!
Where is my Nascent Soul!
Where is my Golden Core!
Where are my free attribute points!
He was anxious.
Suddenly, Lu Wenwu felt that the Celestial Fire Demon God in front of him looked increasingly hideous.
Swallowing your anger makes you miserable, holding back makes it worse.
How dare this brat ruin my path of cultivation; he has already chosen the path to death!
Damn it, this one should be whipped into a spinning top with a copper-plated belt!
Thinking of this, clarity dawned in Lu Wenwu's mind. He flexed his wrist and strode over, ready to give the Celestial Fire Demon God a couple of slaps to jog its memory.
The Celestial Fire Demon God, who was in a state of bewilderment, was affected by this intense malice and shivered violently.
Coming to his senses, he realized that Lu Wenwu, still in his Demon Dragon state, was already right in front of him.
