Illness Beyond Cure, Lord Wuyou

With a raised hand, Ling Xiao erased the two of them. What did some Great Thousand Dao Palace disciple have to do with him?

He had even killed divine generals—would he fear a mere Dao disciple?

If that Dao disciple dared oppose him, Ling Xiao would not show the slightest mercy either.

He had already gone mad with slaughter.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's black hair danced in the wind, his pupils were deep and unfathomable, and the killing intent radiating from him made one shudder.

He suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

In that instant just now, he had been somewhat influenced by the Heart Demon, which had infinitely magnified his urge to kill.

A gentleman was judged by his deeds, not his heart. Everyone had negative thoughts; the path of cultivation throughout one's life was a process of constantly suppressing and overcoming them, of taming one's own heart.

If one could not restrain oneself and was affected by negative emotions, that was the Heart Demon.

Ling Xiao could clearly sense that the Heart Demon had begun to stir, subtly attempting to influence him.

"Heh heh... I helped you kill those two idiots. They droned on and on, timid and spineless—what useless trash. Ants like that can be crushed to death with a casual pinch, can't they?"

The Heart Demon's voice rang out within his sea of consciousness. The evil Ling Xiao stood on a small boat, drifting about, appearing and vanishing like a ghost.

"Hmph! I'll kill whoever needs killing myself. Do I need you to influence me?"

Ling Xiao sneered, striking back in his heart.

"Haha... good! Magnify your evil thoughts. Don't restrain them—release them to your heart's content!"

The Heart Demon laughed wildly, arrogant beyond measure, an