"Cang Xuan... you beast..."
Qingming's voice was hoarse, as though he had exhausted every ounce of his strength.
Yet Elder Cang Xuan was still smiling, his smile as light as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, and steeped in mockery.
"A beast? Aren't you people of the Immortal Alliance, who claim to be righteous, the real beasts?"
"Let me ask you: how did you treat the Demon Venerable back then?"
"She devoted herself heart and soul to that man. She dispersed her own cultivation and was willing to abandon the entire Demon Sect. And what did she get?"
"How did you treat those rogue cultivators who refused to take sides? And how did you treat fellow cultivators who pursued freedom?"
"You keep talking about slaying demons and defending the Dao, but what kind of Dao is yours? The ones who most deserve to be slain are you yourselves."
Every word struck Qingming's chest like a heavy hammer, leaving him unable to breathe.
He wanted to refute him, only to find that he could not utter a word.
Because every single word was true.
The war between the righteous and demonic factions a thousand years ago had, in essence, been a game of power.
Whether the Immortal Alliance or the Demon Sect, both had fought for their own interests.
The so-called irreconcilability of good and evil was nothing more than an epitaph the victors had written for themselves.
"Pah..."
Qingming laughed in his fury.
He abruptly raised his right hand, and an azure sword light condensed in his palm.
"Even so, you cannot change the fact that you are a Demon Sect spy. Today, I will cleanse the Immortal Alliance's ranks!"
His figure flickered as he lunged at Cang Xuan like a bolt of azure lightning.
The sword light in his