The Firewood Daoist was dumbstruck. How could the lofty Divine Monarch of Tragedy… lose control like this?

Yuan Heng was flabbergasted too. This is the Divine Monarch of Tragedy? Why is he cursing like the love child of a shrill auntie and a drunk sailor? 

Even Su Yi was stunned, but then, he laughed dryly, “Only the incompetent lose their tempers over their own ineptitude like this. How about this? If you tell me your origins and your predicament in detail, I might well be able to rescue you from the Den of Caterpillars. How about it?

The curses pouring out of the vortex abruptly ceased. 

After a while, the Divine Monarch of Tragedy laughed coldly, “Su Yi, don’t think I can’t guess what you’re planning. You just want to seize this opportunity to understand my abilities and background. I have only two words to say in response: quit dreaming!”

“Oh?” said Su Yi. “Then are you willing to struggle on death’s door, trapped in the Den of Caterpillars forever?”

Before the Divine Monarch of Tragedy could respond, Su Yi said calmly, “Unless I mistake my guess, you’re most likely heavily wounded, and your vitality is severely damaged, but the origin power of...