"Unfortunately, I am not you, and you are not me."
"Don't force me into your perspective. You were born in the wrong era—it wasn't anyone's fault, nor did it have anything to do with anyone."
"Your unwillingness has nothing to do with anyone either. Your choice to seal yourself within the divine source has nothing to do with anyone."
"In the end, the only ones truly at fault were those behind you. We are all merely chess pieces in those people's hands."
"If you do not kill me, you will never obtain the fortune upon me, and you will never advance any further."
"If I do not kill you, the Invincible Art will remain incomplete, and I will never be able to leave the Demon Domain in my peak state."
"Our stances differ, so our words differ as well. Neither you nor I are wrong. We are merely fighting for our own positions. After saying so much, it still comes down to one sentence: only the victor has the right to speak of Destiny's unfairness."
After speaking, Ye Lin slowly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand and pointed it at Li Xiaocheng opposite him.
What had they done wrong? If those Golden Immortal factions had not chosen to support the Stowaways, if they had not manipulated the great era in an attempt to drive the present world's prodigies to their deaths, he would never have come this far.
Without them, perhaps the Stowaways could have been like them—fighting fairly, letting strength speak for itself.
Instead of this, killing for the sake of killing, draining the very foundation of the entire Demon Domain.
With every prodigy who died, the Demon Domain's foundation diminished by another fraction. Once this slaughter ended, the Demon Domain's overall strength would