Devil Master Seven Hates had once said that amid the rolling tides of the Mortal World, many people harbored deeply rooted demon hearts.
The young master before them, son of the Temple Justice of Yiqinasi Temple, was one such being.
The devilish aura within him had been drawn out by the Dragon-Knob Paperweight. His exposure was now a reality; his face had turned savage and ugly, yet his mouth split into a grin, and joy filled his features!
He seemed exceptionally happy—and happiness, too, was a kind of power.
The more he laughed, the more his devilish aura surged into the heavens.
The exultant power of the demon burst from his eyes and from his grinning mouth, forming all manner of twisted shapes, existing only to devour the true.
But no matter how it struggled, it was useless.
Jiang Wang merely pressed down with one hand, extinguishing all his surging devilish aura. That long, powerful hand, its joints sharply defined, was like a mountain that could not be moved.
Then he casually turned his palm and lightly hooked a finger, drawing out the devil intent—
Zhi Ning's face froze at once. His strength had been drawn away, along with his true feelings of joy and delight. What remained was an exaggerated, ugly false smile, as though he were nothing but an empty shell.
That shell, too, seemed to have dried up, its vitality spilling away as it withered.
He no longer had the strength or will to struggle. Like a heap of flesh stripped of its bones, he lay collapsed and piled upon the ground.
Only that wisp of devil intent resting upon Jiang Wang's fingertip continued to writhe like a dim black shadow of smoke. Every now and then, it tore itself open into the shape of a wide,