Listening to the words of Simmons in the Blood Radiance, Xuan Ningzi's brows furrowed as he rebuked, "Zhenyuan Mountain takes demon-suppressing and protecting the Dao as its duty. Simmons, you take the life spirits of the Abyss Hundred Clans as blood sustenance, cultivating blood magic, your sins reaching the heavens. Today, if you surrender willingly, it would be for the better; if you remain stubbornly defiant, do not blame me for scattering your thousands of years of hard-earned cultivation and reducing you to ashes and smoke!"
With that declaration, his imposing manner was boundlessly domineering, yet containing within it a trace of unrestraint—a temperament forged by the cultivation of the Twelve Heavenly Demon God Skill.
"Demon-suppressing, protecting the Dao!"
"You from Zhenyuan Mountain are really interfering too broadly! You, a mere girl, having cultivated barely for three hundred years, how dare you make such outrageous statements!"
