"Seriously, is this woman sick or something?"
Su Yuan stared in bewilderment as Wan Chenxin suddenly rushed off to save a child in the middle of their fight.
The way you're acting, we're the ones who look like the villains!
Su Yuan truly couldn't understand it. Wan Chenxin was a loyal supporter of the Immortal Tribulation and an accomplice in destroying the Cultivation Era, so why did she care so much about individual lives?
Wasn't she supposed to be the kind of Demon Lord who saw all things as straw dogs and destroyed worlds as casually as eating or drinking?
Su Yuan wasn't the only one with these questions.
The four Spirit Transformation cultivators, including Guiyuan, who had been sent flying, couldn't figure out what Wan Chenxin was trying to do, either.
Still, they quickly surrounded Guiyuan again, shielding the terrified child behind them as they warily watched their opponent.
"You and Su Yuan really are cold-hearted. To badly wound me, you actually kept the news from the public that I could descend at any moment."
Wan Chenxin looked around at the ordinary people, some of whom were scrambling for safety while others held up their phones to film. Displeasure flickered across her face.
"You're only pretending to be kind."
Guiyuan, her golden hair in disarray, climbed out of the crater and rubble she herself had made. She fixed Wan Chenxin with a cold stare.
"If you truly cared about the people, then you should have died fighting Immeasurable Tribulation Venerable back in the era when you were born."
Guiyuan's soul-searching question failed to move Wan Chenxin.
She simply said calmly,
"I have always loved the people. Before the Immortal Tribulation arrives, I don't want a single living being to be harmed because of me."
An Xingran gave a cold