Liu Dong watched Xiao Han's retreating figure with a complex expression on his face.
Was this really the great villain spoken of by his sect? He was nothing like what Liu Dong had imagined. "Demon's hand, Buddha's heart," this was the definition he gave Xiao Han.
He had descended the mountain to execute demons, but now it seemed that the person he intended to kill was not a demon at all.
For the sake of other beings, he would risk his own life; if such a person was a demon, Liu Dong really didn't know what to consider himself.
"To drive out evil and uphold righteousness, as a descendant of Maoshan, how can I be second to anyone?" He smiled faintly, utterly unrestrained, as he entered the Ghost Gate.
At this moment, Xiao Han had also just entered.
At the end of the Ghost Gate was another world.
Here, there was no sky above, no earth below, just chaos, resembling an unopened world of primordial chaos.
