Di Zhao faced the disciples from his former life. His lips moved, but aside from Di Feng, he had never met Yuan Jiuzhou, Yu Yanzhao, Wei Zheshhan, or Chu Gongyao. He could not tell who was who.
He only recognized Di Feng.
Whenever he saw Di Feng, boundless karmic flames would blaze up in his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to immediately cut down this traitor!
He was the corpse demon born from Emperor Jue's hatred at the moment of death, brewed within the corpse over countless years. His Spiritual Nature had arisen from hatred, and he possessed little of Emperor Jue's memories.
In terms of Spiritual Nature, he and Emperor Jue were entirely different people.
Yet as he looked at the four young people before him, their fury burning fiercely, he felt that he had to step forward.
"If you want revenge, come at me."
He stood before the Great Wall, spreading his arms without any defense. His voice thundered and shook the air. "If my death can disperse your anger and make you spare the people behind the Great Wall..."
Before he could finish, Wei Zheshhan suddenly struck, piercing through his chest in one blow and tearing out his heart.
"Teacher Jue, this is how you crushed my heart!" Wei Zheshhan clenched hard, and the emperor's heart burst with a bang, blood splattering across both Wei Zheshhan's and Di Zhao's faces.
Di Zhao wore a smile as his deep, powerful voice lowered. "Do you still bear hatred in your heart now, child?"
Wei Zheshhan's heart trembled. He said nothing for a moment, then murmured, "You were never this gentle before..."
"Because he is only a corpse—the corpse of Emperor Jue."
Yu Yanzhao stepped forward. His gaze did not fall upon Di Zhao, but on the Great