Long Xiaoyao's breathing grew exceptionally ragged as he first looked toward Elder Mu.
Then, his gaze slowly shifted to Ye Xishui's shadowed face. He remained silent for a long while, as if words had frozen in his throat.
"Xishui... is there really nothing you want to tell me?"
A faint, barely perceptible tremor colored his voice.
"Even now, are you still weaving lies? Which of your words was ever true?"
"Mu En has already told me many things."
"All I wanted was a single honest sentence from you, no matter what the truth might be."
"Yet even so, your mouth is still full of nothing but lies."
Long Xiaoyao's words were filled with indescribable disappointment.
"Yes, it was all fake! Everything was fake!"
Ye Xishui suddenly erupted into nearly manic laughter. Her sinister cackling echoed through the underground hall of the Sea God Pavilion for a long time, sending chills down everyone's spine.
"What Mu En said was true. I am indeed the leader of the Evil Soul Masters, the Cult Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. From beginning to end, I approached Mu En—and you—with clear intentions."
Ye Xishui's tone was resolute and cold.
"That's right. Zhongli Old Ghost was trapped in Qiankun Asking Love Valley at the time, so how could he have forced me to drive a wedge between you two? This was all carefully planned by me!"
"I am Death God Douluo Ye Xishui, the uncrowned king of the Evil Soul Master world. No one can bind me, and no one can restrain me!"
"Those who tried have long since died by my hand! Hahahahaha!"
Ye Xishui's laughter was full of arrogance and unbridled abandon.
"Long Xiaoyao, Long Xiaoyao, you really are a complete fool. I played you like a puppet your entire life, and you