Chu Xingchen listened to those words without any change in expression, then slowly exhaled. He raised Myriad Forms in his hand, drawing on his spiritual power and turning it a deep azure:
"So the blame still lies with you filthy eyesores. If you'd obediently gone off to die sooner, my esteemed Sister Bai would be waiting in the Immortal Realm for us to ascend."
"What you said has only strengthened my resolve to tear you limb from limb."
What had happened had already happened, and they were now at a critical moment in battle.
Boluo had deliberately brought this up as a ploy to attack his heart. Matters had their priorities; even if everything Boluo said was true, this was not the time to bring it up.
Besides, Chu Xingchen himself had benefited from Bai Xuanling's choice. He could not bring himself to harshly accuse her of failing to grasp the situation.
Good intentions were still good intentions.
At the very least, they had to take down Boluo and the other heavenly demons before they had the leisure to discuss it further.
A hint of azure lit up Chu Xingchen's eyes. Myriad Forms in his hand turned into flowing azure water, constantly radiating the pressure of spiritual power compressed to its utmost. He calmly uttered two words:
"Die now."
Bai Xuanling immediately followed Chu Xingchen's movements. Azure spiritual radiance mingled with green light as they swept toward the three great heavenly demons together to cut them down.
Boluo looked somewhat regretful, but using words to unsettle his opponent was merely an optional measure. It lost nothing if he did not take the bait.
The newly appointed Baibo glanced at Bai Xuanling, then very honestly followed his instincts and faced Chu Xingchen.
Meiyu shifted its gaze toward Boluo. Just as it