I looked at him seriously, then said, "When something should be severed but isn't, disaster follows. If you refuse to stop when it's time, then the moment you finally fall into demonic corruption, everything will be over."
"What if you encounter an enemy you have no choice but to kill? An enemy who keeps slaughtering your family and friends? Would you use it or not?" Xia Ruize shook his head, then patted me on the shoulder. "Big Brother has always felt that he wasn't as clever or decisive as you. If one day I overuse the Heaven-Piercing Demonic Art and lose control of the demonic blood erupting inside me, ultimately falling into demonic corruption, I hope you won't hesitate then. Do what you've always wanted to do. Even if countless people protect me, Big Brother feels that if it's you, no one can stop you. Only you can kill me."
I froze for a moment, then silently clenched my teeth. I didn't know how to answer him, because all this time, I had been racking my brains to kill him.
"Come on. Let's see where you'll be resting, and then I'll take you to meet Fellow Daoists Futian and the others." Xia Ruize smiled, as though nothing had happened. With a wave of his hand, his clothes became brand-new, and even his skin returned to its original cleanliness and luster.
I nodded, but soon furrowed my brow and said, "Who else could make you willingly protect them, even if it meant using the Heaven-Piercing Demonic Art again and again to buy them one more moment of life?"
"Like you, our mother, Xiaoxue, Yu Xin, and the many friends, comrades, and brothers behind me—including you." Xia Ruize smiled.
I gave a bitter smile and said, "Xia Ruize, I truly don't want