Qing Chen's voice grew louder and louder, filled with anguish. "Such conduct not only harms me, Qing Chen, but also harms our Great Jin. They are traitorous ministers and rebels, traitors to the human race!"
His gaze blazed as he looked at the Deputy Mirror Lord. "Deputy Mirror Lord, tell me, should I kill such villains?"
The corners of the Deputy Mirror Lord's mouth twitched. He was utterly speechless.
But he had just been slapped in the face far too hard, and now he could not utter a word.
What could he say?
That Qing Chen was spouting nonsense?
But the Thunder Marsh Sword was in his hands, and Penglai True Lord was thoroughly dead. With Qing Chen's Blood Path Demonic Cultivation Art, probably not even a hair remained. The dead could offer no testimony!
Besides, a dead Great Cultivator and a force that had lost even its supreme inheritance treasure were of far less use to their Southeastern Circuit.
Friendship? That was a trick for coaxing children.
Seeing that the old man had not replied for so long, Qing Chen took his silence as assent. He then heaved a heavy sigh, an expression of profound regret appearing on his face.
"What a pity... what a pity that accomplice, Feng Jiuling of the Black Bird Heaven-Bearing Sect, saw things turning against him and fled the battlefield, running faster than a rabbit! It truly grieves me that I failed to kill him."
At this, he suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking utterly distressed. "I only recently broke through in cultivation, and my combat strength has yet to reach its limit. I couldn't catch him, and he got away! How agonizing!"
"I am truly ashamed that I could not sweep up all these vermin colluding with foreign enemies in