What kind of foreign dogshit Evil Dragon dared to contend with him?!
Once he became the true god of this place, the first thing he would do was raze every Evil Dragon Temple to the ground. What the hell was that thing, daring to steal his faith?!
Filled with beautiful hopes for his future life, "Xue Qingmu" curled his lips into a smile. He deliberately exposed a flaw to his opponent. Seeing that this brat refused to take the bait, he took a strike head-on and charged straight at the clay statue in the Divine Temple.
All of this fell into Huang Youxi's eyes. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but after the Evil God possessed that Blissful Union Sect disciple, the Rakshasa clay statue in the temple had begun to look increasingly like that young Blissful Union Sect disciple.
Yet when he had entered for the first time, it had clearly not looked like this.
"You..." Rarely, Huang Youxi wanted to offer a kind reminder. When he looked up, however, he met Wen Xu's covered eyes and nearly forgot that this prodigy could not see.
"Did you discover something?"
Huang Youxi hesitated for a moment, but still voiced what he had noticed.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xu's brows drew together slightly, but he did not look surprised. "So that truly was the case. I only hope Junior Brother Xue can break free from the shackles in his heart and revive his own heart."
Huang Youxi was no fool. On the contrary, he was quite clever. Seeing that Wen Xu made no attempt to conceal it, he understood almost instantly. "He... surely not?"
"It was him. He was the one first sacrificed to the Evil God." That might have been a slightly biased way to put it,