"Y-You?!"
Xue Wu Ya suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of blood, stared at Jiang Bei, and let out an incredulous roar. "It was actually you?!"
Old Daoist Bai Xuan's mind buzzed. In an instant, countless matters fell into place, and everything became crystal clear!
He looked at Jiang Bei and said in utter terror, "You have a grudge against Huo Han! So you... you had been impersonating him from the very beginning! You killed Qin Ji and the others, took their things, then deliberately left behind Huo Han's name to divert disaster eastward! You wanted to borrow our knife to kill Huo Han!"
"That's right."
Jiang Bei nodded and readily admitted it. "I was the one who killed Qin Ji, Vice Sect Master of your Ancient Demon Sect. I was the one who slaughtered Xiao Li and that pack of Elders. I was the one who took these three stalks of grass, and I was the one who casually swiped this bag too."
He paused, swept his gaze over the two dying men, and continued with a cold sneer, "Joining hands with you to put on that act just now was merely making use of trash. I borrowed what little strength you had left to finish off Huo Han and his troublesome senior brother, Cheng Wu, once and for all. What a pity..."
He shook his head and laughed disdainfully. "You two idiots were played from beginning to end, yet only realized it now! Only understanding when death is at your doorstep—you really are stupid beyond cure!"
"Impossible!! How could it be like this?! Absolutely impossible—!!"
Hearing those words, Xue Wu Ya felt as though he had plunged into an ice cave and let out a despairing roar. Then he violently spat out another huge mouthful of fresh blood.