Hundred Flowers Valley Elder Baili Yuhuang wrenched herself free from Yan Ruobing's grasp.
Pointing at Wang Xian on the high platform, she cried, "Are you all blind? This man devoured the Divine Soul of a Hundred Flowers Valley elder..."
"He broke through right in front of you! He's no longer a normal cultivator. He's a demon from the abyss. He's fallen into demonic ways!"
At her words, thousands of cultivators were so stunned they couldn't speak.
Holy crap! She's lost it!
If Baili Yuhuang's account was true, then Wang Xian on the life-and-death platform really had fallen into demonic ways.
At that moment, countless people remembered what had happened at the gates of the Kunlun Sword Sect.
A woman in white had reached out and rescued Wang Xian after a Hundred Flowers Valley elder ambushed him and sent him tumbling off a cliff.
If that was the case, should they still go up and challenge him?
Who would dare provoke that little demon?
Could it be that Wang Xian had already fallen into demonic ways before then?
For a moment, even Tang Shisan and the others were stunned.
The little Daoist had fallen into demonic ways?
"So what?"
The Old Daoist glared at Baili Yuhuang and snapped, "Did we ever bother any of you while my disciple and I were sitting quietly in our temple?"
"Did Wang Xian kill your parents, your husbands, your wives, or your children? Did he dig up your ancestors' graves? Are every last one of you idiots?"
"Shangguan Wuchen, the man who died, was a Spirit Transformation cultivator and an elder of Hundred Flowers Valley. Yet he ambushed my disciple twice! Does Hundred Flowers Valley have no shame?"
"With the way you behave, how are you any different from demons?"
Every word from the Old