The opera-singing man had been beaten so badly that even his own mother might not recognize him, yet Little Yin and the others still thought he was a heavenly immortal descended to earth.
Even with two broken spears stuck into his chest, and blood spraying out from them, he still appeared extraordinarily beautiful to them; in fact, the spraying blood added a unique charm.
But in the eyes of Little Yin and his companions, Duan Yun was seen as the ultimate pure Demon.
Only such a pure Demon could be so ruthless and cold-hearted, without even a slight softening in the face of the heavenly immortal's beauty and charm, focusing solely on beating him up mercilessly.
Little Yin couldn't help but recall his mother, that extremely beautiful and charming woman, who also died at the hands of this cold-hearted Demon.
In his eyes, a woman's beauty wasn't even worth mentioning; he didn't even bother to violate them, which was utterly abominable.
"Yiyaya!"
"Come face your death!"
