"It seemed you were also a pitiful wretch deceived by the Holy Ancestor."
These people's worship of the Sacred Court had reached a maddening degree.
For someone at this level to be blindly devoted to such an extent could only be called sheer stupidity.
Xu Zimo no longer knew how to describe it.
The Sacred Court had truly brainwashed these people to a terrifying extent.
In response to Xu Zimo's words, the black-robed figure said coldly, "When you kneel at my feet, I will naturally make you understand who the real pitiful wretch is."
"Forsaking kin and denying family, worse than beasts.
What meaning is there in your living in this world?"
Xu Zimo asked, "I have always considered myself the Great Demon of this world.
Yet I respect my parents and cherish my friends.
Even thieves have their code; demons, too, have their own path.
For someone like you, living itself is a pollution upon this world."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the black-robed figure's face flushed crimson with rage.
He let out a furious roar.
Powerful strength erupted, and the frost upon that ancient tree shone with an increasingly piercing chill.
Meanwhile, the firepower brought by the Extreme Yang Bell was so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow.
It was extinguished in an instant.
The Extreme Yang Bell in Xu Zimo's hand gave a soft chime before instantly freezing over.
"It seems this method no longer works," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Then I can only settle this with my own methods."
In truth, he had never placed much hope in the item the Plum Blossom Forest man had given him.
Just think about it—if the black-robed figure had known of the Extreme Yang Bell's threat long ago, how could he have simply allowed it