"Kong Hui, even if you burn your body and soul, you still won't be able to kill me. Why bother? Isn't my Holy Demon Clan a thousand times better than your Human Clan?"
The Nine-winged Saint Demon beneath the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell was both ashamed and angry, his tone full of incomprehension.
Kong Hui's body was completely burned away, and his Soul Body gradually emerged. Amid the searing flames, his expression was calm, without a trace of pain or regret. Instead, seated in a meditative posture like an ancient Buddha, he softly said, "No matter how unparalleled your Holy Demon Clan may be, you are not of my kind. This humble monk is aware of the disparity between us, but this act is merely to serve as the spark that ignites the wildfire. Just watch, your Holy Demon Clan will never occupy the lands of my Human Clan!"
Kong Hui's gaze seemed to pierce through the Void, locking eyes with Gu Sheng. A relieved smile appeared on his face: "Never!"
