"Impudent rascal!" A voice cried out at the back, followed by the sound of a hand smashing against the pavilion railing.
"We cannot let this Huang Taichen live!" Another shouted out, fueled by grief over Shang Daoming's death and the rage over the gruesome manner of his passing.
"We must vanquish demon seeds before they grow up and swallow the entire mortal realm!!!" Yet another joined in the plight.
Several others remained silent, busy dissecting the news in their mind.
And then, Meng Xijun went on one knee and held a hand up against the wisps of the dark cloud that emanated from the heart. Some of the demonic aura coiled around his fingers like a venomous snake.
He yanked his hand back, snapping his wrist as if swatting a venomous insect to dispel. The demonic aura receded, and he rose back to his feet.
"Sect Leader Meng, did you discover something?" Qiao Wei asked.
