Chapter 667 - - 523 Heavenly Demon, One Entity, Two Faces_1

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It was just as Duge expected.

Liao Jiulong rode his sword light to an empty and deserted area, then suddenly made the light plummet.

The two disciples had no idea what was going on.

Seeing the pained expression on Liao Jiulong’s face, Liu Ziyun asked with concern, “Master, what’s wrong? Are your injuries severe?”

“Ziyun, Ziming, don’t blame your teacher…” Liao Jiulong looked deeply at his two disciples, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, suddenly performed a hand seal, and swung his sword. The whip-like sword light enveloped the two disciples.

“Master.” Seeing their master suddenly attack them, Liu Ziyun’s face turned pale with fright; her body stiffened, and it was already too late to dodge.

Du Ziming reacted quickly. As soon as he saw the sword light, he hurriedly flew backward, but how could he be faster than the sword light?

It happened in a split second.

Just as the sword light almost reached Liu Ziyun’s throat, a swath of darkness fell, wrapping around the three of them and saving Liu Ziyun and the other from Liao Jiulong’s sword light.

At the same time.

Duge’s voice, filled with a hint of a smile, exploded in their ears, “Liao Jiulong, this is the ultimate test of your humanity, and you have lost again.”

This time the Dark God Power did not separate the three of them.

Within the thick darkness, Duge intentionally created a window to allow the moonlight above to shine down on each person separately.

Under the Tyndall effect, the expressions on the faces of the three were exceptionally vivid.

Liu Ziyun and Du Ziming looked at Liao Jiulong in disbelief, tears streaming down Liu Ziyun’s face, “Master, did you just try to kill us?”

Du Ziming’s gaze was as sharp as a knife fixed on Liao Jiulong’s face, and with clenched fists, he viciously said, “Junior Sister, he’s not our master.”

Liao Jiulong, looking at the two disciples opposite him and thinking about what he had just done, was at a loss; the voice of Duge repeated in his mind, you have lost again, you have lost again…

Humanity?

Is my humanity so despicable?

Pu!

Overwhelmed with emotion, Liao Jiulong spit out a mouthful of blood from his heart.

His face turned deathly pale, and he seemed to age over a decade in an instant. Liao Jiulong tried to explain to the two disciples opposite him, moving his lips a few times, yet he didn’t know what to say.

In the end.

A mocking smile crossed his lips; he suddenly raised his hand and brought his sword towards his own neck.

Duge timely manipulated the Dark God Power and stopped his flying sword.

The flying sword stopped just an inch from Liao Jiulong’s throat. He exerted force twice in succession, but the sword did not budge.

He simply let go of the flying sword and lifted his palm to hit his own forehead, but his hand was grabbed and held back.

He couldn’t even die!

Liao Jiulong collapsed instantaneously, his eyes filled with blood, maintaining the strange posture of his palm striking towards his forehead, he roared in despair, “Old villain, what exactly do you want, is toying with me amusing to you?”

“Ahem, I’m behind you, you’re shouting in the wrong direction,” Duge coughed lightly, kindly reminding him.

Liao Jiulong’s voice came to an abrupt halt, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, and the rage he felt was forcefully stuffed back down inside him.

At this point, he surely couldn’t turn around and start shouting behind him again, could he?

Liao Jiulong’s pain and despair had affected Liu Ziyun and the other, stirring sympathy for their master, but Duge’s inexplicable remark instantly blew away their sympathy like smoke.

The two disciples’ expressions froze on their faces, unsure whether to feel sad or to laugh…

“Old villain, this is outrageous!” Liao Jiulong’s dignity and face were trampled on by Duge into the ground, and two lines of tears silently slid down his cheeks, “Kill me, just kill me!”

Alas!

A sigh!

Duge said, “Liao Jiulong, you can’t bear it anymore? Do you know what I have encountered?”

“Kill me, kill me,” Liao Jiulong muttered absently, repeating the same phrase over and over. His will had been completely broken by Duge.

“Once, I was also a positive, righteous cultivator. I believed the world was all beautiful, exorcising demons and healing the injured in the Mortal Realm…” Duge’s voice came slowly, filled with a hint of desolation and despair, “But because of a Nine-Colored Golden Lotus, my fellow disciple stabbed me in the back and attempted to kill me. He didn’t know that I was planning to pick that lotus to give to him for healing;

I was gravely injured but not dead, and considering my fellow disciple wasn’t as talented as me, I didn’t plan to pursue his fault;

However, my fellow disciple, fearing the disclosure of the disgrace, was the first to file a complaint, falsely accusing me of stealing the Golden Lotus. My master, without asking for clarification, sealed my cultivation and threw me into the Cliff of Remorse, where I was exposed to the fiery pain, ostensibly to ‘refine my heart.’

In the end, what my revered master wanted was to take my Supreme Bone to replace his beloved son’s. What they called ‘heart refining’ was nothing more than to make my Supreme Bone more transparent…

God’s plan did not match men’s; my Supreme Bone, being roasted by the fire every day, led me to comprehend a Divine Skill, and even my master couldn’t stand against me.

Knowing they couldn’t deal with me, they pretended to humble themselves before me, punished the disciple who had framed me, feigned courtesy towards me, and even promised to marry me to my deeply in-love fiancée. Yet, on the wedding night, the one I trusted the most presented me with a cup of poisoned wine…”

All three were captivated by Duge’s story.

Liu Ziyun’s eyes glistened with tears, “How pitiful, did you drink that poisoned wine?”

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