Chapter 1217: Do You Want Revenge?
"Yours?" Bi Fan sneered and shot back without the slightest courtesy. "What makes you think you have any claim to it? Tianyan Sect was a human sect from Ancient Times. Though it had been sealed underground for years, it was ownerless. Whoever found it could claim it. But even if I gave you every benefit of the doubt, how could a bunch of shameless, treacherous turncoats like the Devil Race possibly be entitled to pick it up?"
"Heh. 'Shameless,' 'turncoats'—so those are the labels the Human and Demon Races have pinned on us?" The white-robed man furrowed his brow slightly, seized Bi Fan by the throat, and laughed coldly. "It doesn't matter. Once the Devil Race tramples this place, every one of you will be just like those people who died in the valley: mouths agape, but unable to speak. And who will know what happened before then?"
Bi Fan narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He had no idea how many pieces the Devil Race had set on the board for this game. But he believed that the leaders of the great human sects and the elders of the Demon Race had already sensed that a chaotic age was about to begin.
Seeing that he remained silent, the white-robed man assumed he was panicking. With a cold, sinister smile, he released Bi Fan's throat, stood up, and leisurely smoothed the slight wrinkles in his clothes. Then he said with a grin, "Kid, looks like you still don't plan to hand over the Twelve Beast Spirit Diagram's formation to me?"
Bi Fan smiled coldly. "You went back on your word and sent people after my companions. You still expect me to keep my promise? Dream on!"
The white-robed man sneered. "I doubt you'd hand