Golden flames coiled around the intent of breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
Jiang Mochou looked at Xu Zimo, the immaturity long gone from his face.
He was no longer Taiyuan Heavenly Sect's avenger, but a savior.
"Every member of the Devil Race deserves to be slain," he said flatly.
Xu Zimo glanced at him and replied calmly, "You'll die horribly."
"Life and death are unimportant. Destroying devils is where righteousness lies," Jiang Mochou replied.
Elder Xuwu had once shown him a painting, a scene from the Yuanyang Continent tens of thousands of years ago.
A lost scene.
The Devil Race had ravaged the human world, and cruelty and savagery were everywhere.
"We are all chosen saviors," Tan Jiulin said from the side.
"Destroying devils was our mission to begin with."
In a sense, all of them had been chosen.
Without the Sacred Ancestor, she, Tan Jiulin, might still have been an unfavored concubine-born daughter of the Tan Family.
And without Elder Xuwu, Jiang Mochou would likely have been suppressed long ago while seeking revenge against the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect.
Xu Zimo did not explain, did not argue, and could not be bothered to argue.
After all, who would argue with a dead man?
"I only have one thing to say: whether the Devil Race is good or evil is not something you can define with a few words."
Chu Tianyang of the Gods Clan beside them smiled and said freely, "Don't misunderstand, Saint Son Xu. I have no grudge against you.
"It's just that I want this Heavenly Mandate too. You're too strong, so I can only join forces with others."
"The Gods Clan seems to be one of Beyond the Heavens' great clans. Are you a branch?" Xu Zimo asked.
He had also learned quite a bit