"Is there anything else you're hiding? Don't wait until I start making you talk—by then it'll be too late!"
Lin Chang'sheng looked at the Celestial Ghost Elder, a cruel, cold smirk curling at his lips.
"No, nothing, I've told you everything I know!"
The Celestial Ghost Elder's heart was pounding as he stared at Lin Chang'sheng—this bastard really doesn't pull his punches, every hit comes at full force.
If he hadn't been confined inside the Holy Soul Banner, he'd have been obliterated already, soul scattered, never to reincarnate.
"I think you're still hiding something from me!"
Lin Chang'sheng hoisted up the Myriad Mountains Hammer again, ready to loosen the Celestial Ghost Elder's bones a little more.
Truth be told, Lin Chang'sheng just wanted to farm some skill proficiency from the guy—this was all just an excuse.
"Really, I swear—ahhh—!"
The Celestial Ghost Elder was beyond aggrieved!
