Duan Mo's expression became fascinating, as a spine-chilling coldness seeped into his bones.
If what Baili An said is true, then just how terrifying are Zangxin's abilities in manipulating people's hearts and power plays.
Baili An continued: "Don't you find it strange? The war between the righteous and the demonic paths did not end seven hundred years ago.
The Sect Master of the Demon Sect, Zhao He, didn't fall but merely failed to break through, even if he didn't reach the Tongming Realm, he was still a fearsome demon cultivator in the Thousand Tribulation Realm.
Thousands of disciples ruined his plans, he must hate their sect to the bone, why not kill all the remaining old and weak to vent his anger?
After all, for the Demon Sect back then, this was just a minor act."
Duan Mo widened his eyes: "You mean..."
