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"Y-You... you killed my son..." After Fu Youzhi's father arrived, he held his son's head in his arms and looked at me, sobbing so hard he could barely speak.
"Wasn't he supposed to marry my little sister Xijun? Let him come marry her now!" I flicked my sword upward, sending Fu Youzhi's demon core flying, then sucked it straight into my abdomen. At that very moment, my eyes began to turn scarlet as well!
"Brother... Brother... this..." Xijun and Molan stared blankly at me, as though they no longer recognized me.
Yun Bingxin was completely stunned too. She gaped at me as I swallowed Fu Youzhi's demon core, taking one deep breath, then another, then several hurried breaths in succession as she tried to calm herself. Yet I had acted with such absolute ruthlessness!
Fu Youzhi had been about to hold his wedding, but I had killed him with a single sword strike in my outburst. A joyous occasion had turned into a funeral. In two days, all the prominent cultivators of the Demon Race would arrive. When they came and asked about the groom, were we supposed to explain that someone had sliced his head off with a single sword?
The entire affair had spiraled out of control just like that. No one had expected such an ending—not even Xijun herself. At that moment, she stared at me in a daze, as did Fu Youzhi, who was gradually turning into drifting smoke in his father's arms.
"Son... Son, how could you just die like this? Your father still had to complete your wedding... I still had to hold my grandson..." Fu Youzhi's father wailed. He completely ignored the fact that I was right beside him and was preparing to kill him as well!
"Xia Yitian! You demon!