The man froze, clearly never expecting that Wang Xian atop the city tower would be even more shameless than he was.
Looking up at Wang Xian, who stood atop the tower like a god of slaughter, he suddenly laughed.
Just as he had said, he was the other side of Wang Xian—or, rather, he was Wang Xian's inner demon.
Even with Wang Xian standing atop a mighty city, it was absolutely impossible to provoke him, or even affect his state of mind, with the most shameless words in the world.
But since he was another Wang Xian, naturally he also possessed Wang Xian's darker emotions.
Looking at Wang Xian, who held a bow and arrow, the smile slowly faded from the man's face.
He gave a cold snort. "I can't leave without taking your head!"
Just one sentence, and it was as if time and space before them had been reversed.
Earlier, Wang Xian atop the city tower had held an absolute advantage. Now, the six-foot-tall man in Hua Mantian's eyes—the seed of demonic obsession Bai Youyue had planted in Wang Xian's heart...
With a single sentence, he pierced the void between them.
If it had been the female demon from the second layer facing this man, facing Wang Xian's inner demon, even she would have been powerless to deal with him.
But this man wouldn't be.
He was Wang Xian. He had likewise experienced life and death and seen different worlds.
His state of mind was firmer than anyone's. Like the Wang Xian before him, he feared nothing.
He had no sword in his hand, yet he was worth more than a thousand armies.
He gave a self-mocking smile. "I'm a coward, an idiot. I'm greedy and lecherous. I've seen countless women naked, yet I'm still a petty man