He Zhidong stared at Tang Bao with resentment, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

Wasn't it meant to seal the martial arts? How did it become useless?

This is too much.

A leader of the ancient martial arts world had his martial arts skills crippled. What does this mean?

Garbage, waste, will everyone despise the existence of jokes?

"Yes, I just destroyed your martial arts. What's the problem?"

Tang Bao asked.

He Zhidong was so angry that he almost fainted.

However, now he not only hates Tang Bao, but also hates Cheng Yinyin.

"You vicious woman, you will not die a good death. I curse you to die a bad death."

He Zhidong glared at Cheng Yinyin again and cursed.

If it weren't for Cheng Yinyin, he would have just been thinking of escaping quietly from the dungeon.

As a result, because of Cheng Yinyin's words, he now has no chance to escape, and he even has lost his martial arts skills.

Even if we let him go now, he won't be able to get out of the maze and will become food for the fish in the water.

The Four Seas Gang makes a living from the sea, and he knows the sea too well.

Cheng Yinyin retorted, "You deserve this. You deserve it."

He Zhidong started yelling and cursing.

He has completely lost his mind.

He said whatever was unpleasant to hear.

Tang Bao couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him to the ground with a sneer, "Hey, I'll show you some color, but you want to open a dyeing room and curse? It's useless. If you dare to curse again, I will cut off your tongue right now and let you experience the feeling of a life worse than death in advance. Do you want to try it?"