With a Yao Emperor's blood, he would vent the hatred in his heart!
In truth, given Su Changsheng's temperament and caution, he could have stayed out of this, even ignored it altogether. It was only a Demoness. If she died, she died. On the path of longevity, one severed all feelings and attachments.
Yet for some reason, his heart simply could not let it go, could not release it. At this moment, it was as though a raging fire had ignited in his heart, refusing to die down.
His heart could not quiet; his spirit could not settle.
Sometimes, if he failed to do what ought to be done, what meaning was there in such longevity, in living like that?
With his strength, if he still lived so cautiously in this Kun Internal World that he could not even put his own spirit at ease, how was he any different from a useless wretch?
Caution was indeed necessary when the situation demanded it, but caution did not mean endlessly retreating, endlessly fleeing, endlessly hiding to survive. If he possessed the power to sweep all obstacles aside yet refused to use it, what use was that power?
Even if he still felt no love for Flower Fairy, that did not stop him from exterminating those four damned bastards. This time, he would tear apart the Purple Lightning Yao Emperor Tomb, storm the Blood Grotto, destroy the Poison Grotto, and make soup with the Black Mystic Turtle Emperor's turtle shell!
With the emperors' blood, he would quench the fire in his heart.
Exercise caution when needed, and contend for what must be contested. This was his way, his true nature.
"Big sister, where are we going?"
Behind Su Changsheng, the little Demoness's soul hid in Plain-Clothed Fairy's arms and asked softly.
"Where