The sight before them left even the gods sighing with emotion. This fiendish demon god, whose vicious name shook the world, feared neither Heaven nor Earth—not even Great God Yi, whose cultivation surpassed his, nor the Dao. Yet now, a woman had reduced him to this state. How could they not lament? Truly, one thing subdued another.
Bi Changchun, too, frowned in silence. He would never allow himself to be entangled by such matters. He reckoned that perhaps the demon god simply could not overcome this trial; otherwise, he would likely have long since proved the Dao with his own body and become the founding patriarch of the demonic path.
Yue Qianchou secretly glanced at the humanoid glow in the sky, clicking his tongue inwardly. This monster was truly ruthless. Someone asked him to revive one person, yet he insisted on throwing in another for free and reviving two, making it clear that neither of them would be allowed to leave! How was the demon god supposed to bear that? Damn it, this move was far too worth learning... Zheng and Ming saw that the man who stood tall enough to prop up Heaven and Earth was actually weeping blood as he laughed, and they too were moved. The anger on their faces unknowingly faded away, and the grudges between them seemed to vanish in an instant like smoke and clouds.
After a long silence, the demon god slowly turned around, his back to the two atop Phoenix Platform. In the blink of an eye, he seemed like a different person, and he said coldly, "Ming, from this day onward, I sever my obsession with you. What I owed you has now been repaid. Leave! But you had best never let me see you again, or I will kill without