"Go kill Wuming—the guy who claimed to be from the Origin God Race earlier—and East Emperor."
Ren Wo Xiao shrugged, a smile appearing on his face once more.
Li Hua Hun's expression froze at those words. Staring at Ren Wo Xiao, he said coldly, "Old man, are you messing with me?"
After saying that, he turned and left, vanishing from the spot.
Wuming was incredibly difficult to find.
East Emperor possessed the ability to foresee the future. He could flee before danger even arrived.
Though Li Hua Hun was somewhat angered, he did not refuse. Instead, it stirred his desire to kill.
At that moment, Hongjun and the others gathered around.
Di Jiang asked, "Why did he become like this?"
"He had always been like this. When I sealed away his memories, I also sealed his killing intent."
Ren Wo Xiao explained. Mentioning this matter, a trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes.
Li Hua Hun's return to his true nature reminded him of her.
Li was her surname, while Hua Hun meant he wished to paint her soul.
But all of that was in the past.
"You once said that he begged you to seal his memories?" Sect Master Tongtian asked curiously.
"The wounds of the heart are nothing more than wounds of love." Ren Wo Xiao shook his head and smiled.
Sect Master Tongtian understood at once, revealing a knowing smile.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who knew nothing of love, looked at one another. Cheng Yaojin, that big fool, also began to grin lecherously, as though he had thought of the woman from his past life.
After Li Hua Hun left, everyone continued waiting atop the Spirit Suppressing Stele for Qin Jun's return.
No one knew that a great slaughter capable of shaking the entire Primordial Chaos was