"No."
Facing Zhuge Ye's words, the Evil Demon directly shook his head. "I have an old grudge with him. Today, I must personally kill him to stabilize my Dao Heart."
"You're so confident that you can kill me?"
Mo Wangchen smiled faintly, looking at the Evil Demon, then glanced downward, noticing the empty sleeve on the left side. He continued, "This severed arm, it still makes you resentful, doesn't it?"
In the past, to prevent the Three Pure Ones from being targeted, Mo Wangchen didn't dare to kill the Evil Demon directly but used the Divine Pen to sever one of his arms as punishment.
The Divine Pen is a creation of the Master; wounds caused by it are utterly irreparable.
Even now, the severed arm on the Evil Demon's left hand remains his unerasable pain.
"Why waste so much talk with him? Just kill him already, what's the difference who does it?"
