"Jia Lan, long time no see!"
The skeleton's words actually had some hint of old friends meeting again.
"You … You're Tyrannical Saber, Xing Aotian! You actually haven't died yet!" In the fiendgod's words, leaked out thick astonishment.
"Dead, long dead! It's just that you're not dead, so how can I dare to die completely? Leaving behind a wisp of remnant soul was for the sake of today," the skeleton said coolly.
The fiendish qi on the fiendgod's body became increasingly thinner. Clearly, that cut earlier caused tremendous injury to him.
When he heard that, the fiendgod said in a livid rage, "You damn ghost, not being peaceful even after dying! But so what? That cut earlier was still less than one in ten thousand of your heyday! What can you do to me? Even Absolute Heaven couldn't kill me, just like the likes of you?"
On the skeleton's face was forever that dead person expression. There naturally would not be any changes.