"The devil horde is savage and bloodthirsty. Such creatures are intolerable to both men and gods. Every cultivator of the human race has the right to slay them. Su is but one member of humanity; in all I do, I seek only to be true to my heart. I have not fallen so low as to sell my life to devils!"
Su Shi'er's gaze was resolute as he spoke with righteous conviction.
He bore a blood feud as deep as the sea. More than any other cultivator, he feared death and craved strength.
Yet when it came to matters of principle, his stance was especially firm, utterly impossible to shake.
"Hmph, it seems you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. The chance was handed to you, yet you did not know how to cherish it. Then... don't blame me for being merciless!"
The young demon drew out his words, his voice shrill as the aura around him steadily rose.
Before he even made a move, the overwhelming swarm of Little Demons behind him stirred at the scent of battle, all locking onto Su Shi'er.
As both sides joined forces, heaven and earth changed color at that very moment.
"Senior Brother Su, be careful!"
Zhu Hanwei's expression changed again and again. At the sight, his heart leaped straight into his throat, and he hurriedly shouted a warning to Su Shi'er.
Leaving aside their years of friendship, only the two of them among the cultivators present stood above the Nascent Soul realm. When the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold. If anything happened to Su Shi'er, Zhu Hanwei would have no hope of surviving either.
Su Shi'er, meanwhile, had Demonic Yuan surging around his body, yet his expression was calmer than ever before.
"Hmph! Mere devils, yet you