Hearing the Profound Fire Demon God's words, Gao Mu seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt. His face went pale, his entire body trembled violently, and his lips quivered as he muttered, "No... impossible... How could this be... How could he do this!"
His five fingers clenched into fists, his chest heaved several times, and immense fury and humiliation boiled within him.
"Xuanfire! You beast! The Ancient Demon Sect treated you well. We used the Soul-Transference Art to save your life, gave you a body, and yet you dare betray us?! The Ancient Demon Sect will never spare you! Once we enter the Heavenly Tomb, you'll be the first one we cut down!"
Chen Hong suddenly stepped forward and bellowed at the Profound Fire Demon God in uncontrollable rage.
Mu Ting stood not far away, looking as though he too had been struck by lightning. His body jolted, his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief, "Xuanfire betrayed us? He... he actually has such nerve? How is that possible?! The Ancient Demon Sect clearly saved him with the Soul-Transference Art. His life is in the Ancient Demon Sect's hands—how could he dare do this?!"
"Ha ha ha ha! Good! Excellent!"
Qin Xun hovered in the air in the distance. Seeing the scene unfold before him, he threw back his head and burst into earth-shaking laughter. He said to Gao Mu with undisguised glee, "That's right, this is how normal people think! Gao Mu, Gao Mu, you wanted to use him like a dog, but he wasn't willing! He's a man with dignity!"
Then he gradually reined in his laughter, turned his gaze toward the Profound Fire Demon God, and called out, "Well done, Brother Xuanfire! If our Treading Spirit Sect encounters you in the Flame Lord's Heavenly Tomb,