He took feeble steps toward the youth with the scar. Every step penetrated the youth with the scar’s ears and made his heart skip a beat. It was like the hand of the king of hell holding his heart. When had the youth with the scar ever been in such an embarrassing state, with his body too weak to move? A bit of force would cause intense pain to spread across his body.

“Haha, this treasure is pretty good, what a pity.” Those words had no hint of irony or mockery. Zhao Jiuge had a pale face as he spoke with a complicated expression. However, that chuckle made the youth with the scar even more embarrassed—it was as if a thorn was stuck in his heart.

After Zhao Jiuge spoke, he felt pain in his chest and kneaded it. Then he looked at the youth with the scar that was like a pile of mud on the ground. “However, a treasure depends on who is using it. Didn’t I tell you before? Don’t be too arrogant.”

The youth with the scar who was lying on the ground trembled a bit, but the pain coming all over his body made him unable to speak. He could only let Zhao Jiuge scold him...