"I was a Demonic Cultivator, specializing in refining the bodies and souls of others. That was why so many people looked down on me."
"But in the beginning, I only refined the corpses of the dead. As for the living, I never touched a single one. Not even powerless mortals."
"I wasn't like this at first. I only wanted to stay alive, only wanted to gather strength and avenge my family."
"But later, they forced me. They humiliated me, cursed me, looked down on me. They forced me into becoming this way."
"Later, I gave them exactly what they wanted."
"I really wanted to ask: was it my fault that I killed people, refined souls, and refined bodies? Did I truly deserve to be condemned and beaten by everyone?"
"Did those so-called righteous people kill any fewer living beings?"
"The blood on their hands was no less than mine, yet they always pointed fingers from on high."
"Now, being able to die here was perhaps the best ending."
"At the very least, I didn't die at the hands of those disgusting bastards."
Lying on the Arena, Xue Wuhen smiled faintly and spoke the words he had buried deep within his heart for a long time.
Those words echoed through the Arena before drifting outward and falling upon every ear.
"Heh..."
"You're a Demonic Cultivator. Since you're a Demonic Cultivator, why care what others say?"
"Whoever talks about you, kill them."
"Morality? Do you need that crap?"
"You chose the wrong path."
Yuan Sha looked at Xue Wuhen and smiled disdainfully.
He had not expected that the fellow he had admired just moments ago would turn out to be like this.
This was simply ridiculous.
He would never think highly of him.
You were already a fucking Demonic Cultivator, yet you