Qin Shaofeng looked at the Thousand-Year Demonic Beast writhing in unbearable pain and said flatly, "How could you possibly fathom my cultivation? Today, you offended the Demon King. You have chosen a dead end."
The Thousand-Year Demonic Beast struggled unwillingly, but the backlash grew ever stronger, and its body gradually began to collapse.
"I never expected this. I never expected this, hahaha..."
The Thousand-Year Demonic Beast let out a mocking laugh, its eyes carrying a trace of desolation.
Qin Shaofeng could not stand the Thousand-Year Demonic Beast in the first place and merely sneered.
"There's plenty you never expected."
"Let me tell you this: everything happening to you now is the result of your own making. If you had done even a few good deeds, you would not have ended up like this."
"You could have cultivated properly, and perhaps one day you might have gained the Great Dao."
"But you chose to become someone else's contracted demonic beast. Now you have nothing at all. How pitiful, how tragic."
After Qin Shaofeng finished speaking quietly, the Thousand-Year Demonic Beast could no longer move. It had already gone silent.
Young Master of Flower City turned deathly pale at the sight. Even Mahayana Stage experts had been unable to deal with Qin Shaofeng.
Now even the Thousand-Year Demonic Beast could not stand against him.
What kind of monster was this brat? Why was he so powerful?
He could no longer control his emotions, and his mental state began to crumble.
"You little bastard, who exactly are you?"
How could he be so powerful? He screamed in despair. Qin Shaofeng merely glanced at him, his eyes carrying a hint of bleakness.
"Who I am has nothing to do with you."
"Young Master of Flower City, all your wicked deeds will only cast you