"Since that is the case, this Venerable cannot let you live." Wen Chishan immediately changed his mind. Clearly, he had never intended to spare Wen Xu from the start.
That sight instantly enraged Bian Chunchou into a torrent of curses. "Pah! What 'this Venerable'? Look at yourself, swallowed by the Demon Seed—neither human nor ghost! You even need someone else to help rid you of your own Heart Demon. After struggling for so long, I think you're just incompetent! Why cultivate the Emotionless Dao? You might as well cultivate the Incompetence Dao. Maybe you would've ascended eight hundred years ago!"
When it came to sharp tongues and words that stabbed straight into the heart, it had to be True Lord Bian. Wen Xu spoke too elegantly; no matter how cutting or venomous he was, he could not compare to such blunt, razor-sharp abuse. At the very least, Wen Chishan, who had just seemed icy and detached, was provoked into fury at once.
"Chunchou, watch out!"
Wen Xu raised his sword to block, but Chen Zui was faster. One blade and one sword blocked most of the demonic qi. Though Bian Chunchou was injured, his mouth continued to fire steadily. "What, you can't even bear to hear the truth? You are incompetent! If you truly had any ability, how could you have spawned a Heart Demon? How could you have betrayed Bitter Crossing Temple? How could you have cultivated some Emotionless Dao? You're a mighty Spirit Transformation cultivator, yet you were parasitized by a Demon Seed. People would laugh themselves to death if word got out! They call you a heaven-sent genius, but in truth, you're worse than ordinary cultivators like us. Go stand before your old friends and ask them—how much of you still resembles who you used to be?"