"Pah! That's not even one-millionth of what those sanctimonious hypocrites are capable of. They tried every trick in the book.
They flayed my muscles, inch by inch, but they still couldn't take my Abnormal Fire from me.
So they assumed I was playing tricks on them, that I was refusing to hand over the Abnormal Fire.
And so, right in front of me, they brutally burned my entire family to death—one hundred and thirty-seven people, old and young."
"...!" Feng Moxi and Chaoyang's eyes filled with disbelief.
If that was really what happened...
They deserved to die.
In truth, Feng Moxi had been through life and death during the Apocalypse and experienced the world's ruthlessness and indifference. Chaoyang, for his part, had always been uninhibited. Neither of them had a rigid sense of good and evil.
"Ahhh!" Zhong Wuyou suddenly threw her head back and let out a long, piercing cry, her eyes turning crimson.
Even though these events had happened some three thousand years ago,
