"So, in your minds, I, Yang Xiao, am just some man-eating Demon, huh?"
Looking at these people, Yang Xiao felt genuinely exasperated.
It wasn't that he was disappointed in them. He just found them incredibly pitiful.
However, for now, he still had to play his part.
Otherwise, these people would probably think he was just putting on a show.
"Uh, sir... you really don't need to eat people?"
This wasn't spoken by one of the Mining Slaves, but by Yan Chixiao—and only because Yang Xiao had forced him to with a look.
"Do you eat people?"
Yang Xiao shot back.
"No, but..."
"But what? For all these years, your Immortal Dao has been smearing the name of our Martial Dao. After all that propaganda, have you—a practitioner of the Immortal Dao yourself—actually started to believe that we Martial Artists are irredeemable Demons who enjoy eating people?"
Yan Chixiao was rendered speechless.
Under the weight of Yang Xiao's questioning, some of them finally began to believe.
