"Even though the Chongming Golden Flame is mystical, it still can't defeat those two Demon Venerables."
Luo Zhouwu watched as the golden flame on Chen Ming was suppressed by the blue and purple demonic lights, growing increasingly dim. He could already foresee the fate of this young man.
Either he would become a Sword Slave to the Demon Sword.
Or be possessed by the Immortal Demon Venerable.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried. This kid's aptitude is probably not inferior to his martial niece Su Zhining. Now, being possessed by the Demon Venerable would surely become a dire threat to the righteous path in the future.
Unfortunately, he had already channeled all the power he could muster into Chen Ming through "Heavenly Heart" a moment ago. At this moment, he was also suppressing the demonic nature within himself, making it impossible to intervene.
"Why am I even worrying about this?"
