Demonfall

"Zhao Hao and you have done nothing but inherit the power of the Zhao Saints, squeeze the benefits of all under heaven dry, and disguise them as the achievements of your small handful. You covet heaven's merit and prey upon the people. Your mouths preach righteousness, but your hearts know the truth."

"That is why you fear. You fear losing the resources built upon injustice. So you use every demonic means to cover it up, not hesitating to sell out humanity's future, all so that in the Demon Prison, you can continue your sinful bloodline and inherit filthy resources."

"You call yourselves clans? You call yourselves dragons? You deserve the surname Zhao?"

"You are merely pigs that, through good luck, ate more slop than the rest and grew fat and sleek."

"Fortunately, humanity has many people like me. We do not eat slop, we do not become pigs, we do not become demons. We become human."

"I wasn't finished earlier."

"Demonic Beasts cannot sit as kings upon the bones of humanity. Nor can humans."

Li Shenkong raised his hand, his sword tip pointing at Zhao Cong.

Strangely, Zhao Cong did not get angry. Instead, he said, "You are quite like Zhou Leng. The two of you are both so naive. You think possessing the Star-Slaying Sword means you can defeat me? You think I haven't noticed these past few days that your foundation was damaged in the True King Grounds?"

Li Shenkong had not expected Zhao Cong to notice.

In the True King Grounds, he had fought a Demigod. Even with the Stellar Void Divine Sword, his meridians and dantian had been injured.

After all, his opponent had been a Demigod.

He fell silent for a long while before saying, "Zhou Leng will do Zhou Leng's work. Li Shenkong will