But if that was the case, why had the demon struck?
He could not understand it, could not understand it at all. In the end, Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth, forced himself up from the floor, and roared as he stared fixedly at the demon's back.
"Blood Rain Demon Venerable, I know you're powerful, but what gives you the right to attack us? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from our Heavenly Sword Sect?"
"Nothing in particular. You're simply too ugly. The sight of you disgusts me."
Fang Yang's voice was indifferent. Behind him, Chu Lian'er's eyes had reddened at some point, and she stared blankly at his retreating figure.
Chapter 301: Ye Qinghong: Master, I Seem to Be Unable to Hold-
Chang'an lay veiled in misty rain, its pedestrians weaving an endless stream.
Inside the White Jade Tower, Fang Yang had already left for good. From beginning to end, he had offered Zhao Cheng and the others no explanation, his expression so indifferent, so natural.
After he left, the White Jade Tower was a complete mess. The young masters gritted their teeth, their faces pale and traces of blood still clinging to their lips, each looking more savage than the last.
Contempt. Naked contempt!
Just now, every one of them had felt the demon's disdain.
It was as though he were looking at ants. All their schemes seemed so insignificant before him.
Not even worth mentioning!
Just as before-even after they had revealed every trump card, he had still crushed them with ease, without even offering a decent reason.
"Young Master Zhao, what should we do next?"
"We can't let this slide. No matter what, we must make that demon pay, or he'll only grow more brazen. When the Great Calamity descends, I fear our Righteous Path won't gain even