"You wield the power of the demonic path, yet you accuse me of slaughtering my own disciples. Isn't that a contradiction?"
"It's not the same!"
"Enough." The smile vanished from Xuanyuan's face, his expression growing indifferent. "Your death will be more painful than theirs. After all, your body doesn't seem quite as fragile as theirs. Try to endure it."
Before his voice even faded, the golden hook Magical Artifact in his hand shot forth, transforming into a magnificent, sweeping streak of light. The black mist evaporated wherever the golden light touched, and its pure, righteous aura shot straight toward Su Ling'er!
It was too fast—so fast that Su Ling'er couldn't track its trajectory at all. She could only watch helplessly as the light expanded infinitely in her pupils, consuming everything.
'It's over.' From his hiding spot at the edge of the mist, Wang Xiedi saw it all unfold.
He hated himself.
