Wrongly accused!
I've been fucking wrongly accused!
At that moment, this was the only thought left in Luohu's mind.
His already somewhat green face had now turned so green it was almost black.
Of course, he did not care about the discussions among all living beings or their countless denunciations of him.
As the Demon Ancestor, what raging winds and towering waves had he not weathered? What infamy and curses had he not borne?
During the Dragon-Han Tribulation, he had fought the Three Clans alone and slaughtered hundreds of millions of living beings. Even with enough karmic retribution to fill the sky weighing upon him, he had never so much as furrowed his brow.
What did this little bit of cursing today amount to?
But the problem was...
I didn't fucking do it!
The corners of Luohu's mouth twitched violently, his eyelids jumping without cease. Deep within him, an indescribable sense of grievance churned and surged.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but forcibly swallowed the words before they could leave his lips.
What could he say? That he had not unleashed that Devil Dao Battle Spear? That it had been the work of the Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changqing?
That he, too, had merely been a spectator, equally shocked and utterly dumbfounded?
Who would believe him?
That Devil Dao Battle Spear, that world-destroying aura of the Devil Dao, that supreme might which made Heaven and Earth tremble and all living beings bow their heads.
Who besides him, the Demon Ancestor, could unleash such a thing? Even if he told the truth, even if he swore on everything that he had not done it, would anyone believe him?
No.
No one would believe him.
Because in everyone's understanding, the Devil Dao was Luohu, and Luohu was the Devil