Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of devil cultivators outside the arena.
In the memory scene, the young Demon Lord holding the blood-stained Demon Sword bent down to check the breath of the Dao Sect Mysterious lady.
At this moment, she had been forcibly broken by this sword, barely hanging onto life.
"Bail Qingling, why....."
Mu Xinlan gazed woefully at the young man behind her, her expression filled with confusion, anger, and regret!
"I shouldn't have trusted you!"
"A demon seed is still a demon seed!"
"How could it possibly harbor kindness because of others' goodwill?"
"I was blind to see, and Mu Xinyin was even more stupid, deserved to have her soul scattered!"
She used the last of her strength, hysterically crying out in sorrow.
However, the young Demon Lord next to her remained expressionless, like a cold, lifeless grim reaper.
"It's not too late to realize this now."
"Master Aunt, did you know?"
