Li Tongya held the sword in his left hand, pointing it diagonally toward the ground. The puddles on the stone bricks reflected the green and white glow, while the white flesh on the stones and broken tiles moved toward the center. The words from that mouth changed Li Tongya's previously calm expression into one of uneasy resentment.1

The wriggling flesh had already formed Fahui's head. As the Wrathful Maha slowly possessed him, his features became more refined and handsome, his eyes deepening to a striking gold. His face smoothed out, and those intense golden eyes locked directly with Li Tongya's as he angrily said, "Avoidance! You are avoiding your guilt toward your father and brothers. You honored your deceased brother and elevated his orphan, but the cost falls on me to bear. Li Tongya! How am I at fault?"0

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