Lu Yun approached the Fire Parasol Tree with a stern expression.

“Bunch of brainless bastards who only know how to make things worse!” he suddenly erupted. “Charging into an ancient tomb knowing jack shit and just throwing their lives away like the useless fucks they are! What fucking North Sea emperor, trash of House Donglin, or Witherdew Celestial Emperor—you were all going to die here and fertilize the ghost tree!

“What a bunch of amazingly braindead morons all of you are! There’s practically a lit-up billboard here saying this is a trap, and you jumped right into it! If you want to die so much, go slit your throats outside!”

Those lingering on the fringes of the clearing pulled faces of hateful resentment at Lu Yun. They were all powerhouses who’d long earned their reputation in the world of...