Ning Daoran sighed. Although he had guessed as much before, seeing Nie Shentong's appearance at this moment still left him feeling reluctant to accept it. A Martial Arts Grandmaster had actually fallen to such a state.
"If I'm not mistaken, this demon creature is the one you brought back, right?" Ning Daoran said.
"So what if it is?"
Nie Shentong's expression was one of agony, but his aura surged dramatically as he said, "To sit and wait for death is to die; to fight with all one's might is also to die. It's just a pity... my Dragon Martial Mountain's thousands of years of inheritance have come to an end in my, Nie Shentong's, hands..."
"Do not make any excuses for personal selfishness."
Ning Daoran's gaze was icy cold: "It's not just Dragon Martial Mountain, the entire Ji City has become the sacrifice for this demon, Nie Shentong, your death is truly deserved!"
"Why say so much?"
