A barely noticeable hand appeared in the sky, silently gripping Mojian Wuzheng.
Deng Xiaoyao did not see it. He stood with the Demon Sword hovering above his head, resembling a demonic immortal.
"Deng Xiaoyao, do you really intend to destroy the East Sea and all of Hua Country?" Though Zhang Henshui was blind, his heart was clear, and he could not help but demand, "Aren't you afraid of being branded a sinner for all eternity, scorned by future generations after your death!"
"After I'm dead, what do I care if the world floods?" Deng Xiaoyao said ominously. "Never mind a single city or country, what does it matter if the entire Earth is destroyed!"
"You... How dare you!" Wang Fang trembled with rage. As a Martial Artist of Hua Country who had dedicated her life to Chang'an City, she found these treasonous words unbearable.
