His senior, Wei Heng, struggled to climb up from Duan Mountain, still doubting his life and unable to accept this brutal reality.
Earlier, he had said that not everyone could be compared to a Saint, and that those who relied on others shouldn't be compared to his junior disciple.
At this moment, Wei Heng sighed, feeling that perhaps what he said wasn't wrong, his junior Lu Xunzhen wasn't worthy of being compared to this person.
Zhen Gui moved, his demon energy towering. He hadn't been affected much earlier, but now that others had been driven back, he faced the challenge alone.
By now, everyone knew that he was a Great Demon.
Also from afar, he was a Saint, appearing gentle and smiling brightly, but in reality, his ambitions were high, with aspirations of being a Great Saint.
In particular, many compared him to the madman ahead.
He felt somewhat defiant, wanting to activate the Demon Clan's True Blood for a pinnacle battle.
