The wind died and clouds froze, as the golden aura intensified. The Tang Patriarch's voice was a gavel striking the anvil of the world, heavy with the weight of a thousand years of righteous tradition. He did not shout like an angry hot-head, rather he declared the celestial decree, as if it's only a natural thing to do.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill the devil heir!"
The chant came from the back, with hundreds of Daoists conveying their desire to kill the devil, utterly devoid of mercy.
Young Master Wang merely floated, hand clasped behind his back unable to quite comprehend this 'devil heir' thing. He looked at the Patriarch with a gaze of utter indifference, as if watching a child play with mud.
'System please enlighten me about the devil heir?! Could it be because of the devil fire?! Tianmo communicated with his mental voice. He had made sure to erase all his traces, so, how could he get caught?!
