"Hehehe… finally, a chance to teach these arrogant righteous dogs what true power looks like."
"Let them struggle. Their panic… their despair… it's the sweetest offering."
"Let's see how long they last."
"This is the time for a new era!"
The Demonic Cultivators' voices were filled with anticipation, bloodlust, and hatred.
But all those jeering whispers quieted as a single figure stepped forward.
Mo Tianji!
The Saint Son of the Crimson Demon Sect.
His gaze burned with hatred.
"Bai Zihan…"
The name slipped past his lips like venom.
Around him, dozens of Demonic Cultivators fell silent instantly, sensing immense bloodlust from Mo Tianji.
Mo Tianji's standing has fallen quite a lot after what had happened in the Ancient Ruins.
However, his strength has shut down many doubters and he was able to maintain his status.
Mo Tianji's fingers clenched into a fist as he remembered the greatest humiliation of his life.
