Jia Xin's once handsome face had now been nearly half destroyed. The serene, immortal-like air he had always given others had completely transformed into an eerie feeling steeped in terror. In others' eyes, there were only two possibilities: either one's true heart suppressed the inner demon, or the inner demon devoured the true heart and took control of the body. Yet within Jia Xin's body, a third possibility had emerged—the inner demon had perfectly fused with his soul.
This cultivator, one of the few whom Yu Ming had ever rated highly, helplessly took a step onto a road of no return.
Leaning against the wall beside the bathroom door, Yu Ming stared at Jia Xin, whose inner demon was devouring his body, and said calmly, "Walk out. I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
"Heh..."
The remaining half of Jia Xin's mouth on the right side of his face curled into a smile. The crimson sword sheath at his waist continuously radiated the might of a Dragon Emperor.
Compared to Zhang Chen, Jia Xin had gained far more from killing the Candle Dragon. With the Dragon God Nine Heavens Art at great completion, combined with a divine artifact forged from Candle Dragon Rock, Candle Dragon Sinew, and the Mighty Bull Sword embryo, Jia Xin was now nearly unstoppable.
Yet Yu Ming, leaning against the door, did not move at all. He merely watched Jia Xin walk toward him.
When Jia Xin reached the doorway, their gazes met. Jia Xin had already pushed open the door before him. There was nothing unusual outside; he only needed to take one step forward to leave.
"Why aren't you stopping me?" Jia Xin asked.
"Friend Jia Xin, your mind is already made up. You can't force a melon off the vine and expect it