"Of course, for you, dying miserably in such confusion will be a more enjoyable torture."

"You can't save your life, nor the ancient cherry tree behind you. You will only become food in the mouths of all our spiritual consciousnesses."

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth.

Bang... there was a soft sound in the air.

Xiao Yi's hand was holding the purple electric sword that had been standing beside him.

Xiao Yi's mouth finally opened slowly.

"I'm not confused, nor am I a puppet who doesn't know everything."

"I don't know whether what you say is true or false about the Eighth Palace. Of course, I don't care whether it is true or false."

Xiao Yi, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up for the first time.

Wiping the bloody corner of his mouth with one hand.

"Whether it's true or not, I'll take the responsibility for the Eighth Palace."

Qiang... On the land, the purple sword suddenly pulled out.
Chapter completed!