Minghe Searches Souls, the Purple Devil Eye

"Good, good, good~"

"So you really are a Demonic Cultivator!"

A cold sneer rang out.

Minghe was visibly overflowing with killing intent. With a wave of his hand, he directly dragged Mingyue into the area before the main seat.

After studying him for a few moments, Minghe sneered. "Playing tricks on my turf and even trying to make trouble for Daoist Li Yun—do you really think I, Minghe, am a pushover?"

As soon as he said this, the cultivators present all turned icy-faced.

They could test Li Yun, or even test the Humanity Dao, because that concerned their own futures.

But they would not allow themselves to be played for fools, nor would they allow themselves to be manipulated like chess pieces.

Under the current circumstances, anyone who was not an idiot could see that Mingyue had come prepared and harbored ulterior motives.

That meant they had seemingly just been used as weapons by this fellow. If Li Yun had not noticed that something was wrong with him, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At that thought, quite a few people were consumed by fury, glaring fixedly at Mingyue. "Mingyue, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"You're actually a demonic cultivator!"

"No, that's not right. Those devil horns on your head—you're a pureblood of the Demon Race!"

"Damn it! A member of the Demon Race like you actually infiltrated our ranks and even became one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace. You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"..."

At that moment, everyone wanted nothing more than to cut him into a thousand pieces.

Being schemed against and used as a weapon was truly infuriating and unbearably humiliating.

But under the current circumstances, some things could no longer be changed. Everyone understood one question clearly: what exactly