Ye Qiutang's eyes reddened too, and her voice trembled. "Old Man Song, is there truly no other way?"
"There isn't. This is the only way... the only way to wipe out the root of the evil!" Overcome with emotion, Song Tianming suddenly began coughing. In the end, he even spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to swallow the blood in his mouth, but still pressed on. "Miss, don't hesitate any longer. If... if I'm possessed, none of you will survive. In the end, I'll have failed to rid the world of demons with all my abilities, and instead helped evil flourish. After I die... how will I ever face the great Fangshi masters of my own order?!"
"Daoist Lingxiao entrusted that keepsake to Jiang and asked him to pass it to me because he trusted me. He knew I would... cough, cough... knew I would put an end to this evil thing's delusions! How could I betray his trust?"
Song Tianming's words were impassioned, and they deeply shook Jiang Cheng and the fatty. Song Tianming truly was the foremost figure in the Fangshi order. Whatever one thought of his abilities, his spirit alone was far beyond that of ordinary people. That was the very meaning of a great hero.
"Senior, your noble character commands my respect!" Jiang Cheng solemnly cupped his fist toward Song Tianming. Song Tianming's choice seemed cruel, but it was the safest option. Time was short, and since they couldn't find the person in hiding, they might as well kill them all and prevent future trouble.
What earned Jiang Cheng even more respect was that Song Tianming was including himself among the dead.
"Jiang, I once cast a divination for you and your friend Fugui. The signs showed a difficult road ahead, full of deadly