"What do you mean, all is fair in war? You're merely using it as an excuse for your sanctimonious hypocrisy."
The moment the Demon Lord finished speaking, a junior from one of the sects stepped forward to defend Yuan Taixu.
"What does a demon like you know? Senior Yuan Taixu has devoted himself wholeheartedly to all living beings under heaven. You only know how to bring calamity upon the world—how could you possibly understand?"
Standing amid the crowd, Qin Shaofeng watched Yuan Taixu's back. He was unlike the master in his memories. Yuan Taixu in the real world had snow-white hair, while the Yuan Taixu here still possessed a head of jet-black hair.
The person who had spoken up for his master just now was not wrong.
More often than not, people stood on different sides, and thus saw every aspect of a matter in vastly different ways.
But who was the Demon Lord?
How could he possibly listen to the words of someone as insignificant as an ant?
From beginning to end, his eyes had remained fixed eagerly upon Yuan Taixu.
Looking over the sectarian conflicts of many years, only this battle between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Cult had been so soul-stirring.
Both sides had suffered grievous losses, yet neither was willing to give up. Even if they had to exhaust every ounce of strength, they would fight to determine victory or defeat.
As the representative figures of their respective factions, the strength of Yuan Taixu and the Demon Lord would determine the course of this conflict.
In this fierce battle, everyone bore their own mission and convictions. Whether on the side of righteousness or the side of evil, all possessed unwavering resolve.
Yuan Taixu's gaze was calm yet steadfast. He knew the responsibility on his shoulders