Everything happening before him instantly changed Tang Qiying's excitement at seeing Xiao Yan killed. He felt like prey that had only realized at the moment of death that it had been watched for a very, very long time.
"You... what exactly are you talking about?" Tang Qiying's soul went mad with the desire to survive. "That lord clearly told me that as long as I successfully killed Xiao Yan, I would regain my freedom! You dare go back on that?"
"Kill Xiao Yan?"
The black-robed figure sneered. "Did you do it? Not only did you fail to take Xiao Yan's life, but he destroyed you along with the body painstakingly prepared for you, leaving you as pathetic as a homeless cur. If my Child Flame had not preserved your life, do you think you would still be alive to bargain with me?"
Tang Qiying's soul suffered a crushing blow. He wanted to argue, but he could find no reason to, because he had suffered a disastrous defeat not long ago.
The black-robed figure's tone remained indifferent, as though Tang Qiying were no more than an ant. "There is no harm in telling you the truth. From beginning to end, you were merely a sacrifice I used to perfectly fuse this wisp of Nihility Devouring Flame's Child Flame. To achieve perfection and allow it to connect with my mind, this Child Flame must completely devour a soul filled with deep resentment. In that regard, you were indeed exceptional. Even after your soul was shattered, it retained its basic integrity and an extraordinarily deep resentment."
"So we chose you, went to the trouble of reviving you, and found you the body of Huo Xuan, the Flame Clan's prodigy. Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame and Hun Yu got no share of it; it was