In his rage, he slaughtered all of them.
By the time he met up with Ye Mo, Yan Moxuan felt as though he had killed more Fire Yang Sect and Devil Yin Sect disciples than righteous disciples in this secret realm.
After a long moment of silence between them, Yan Moxuan finally looked away and murmured a single word.
"...Useless trash."
Hearing those words, Ye Mo lowered his head slightly, clenching his fists beneath his sleeves.
'Calm down... I just need to endure this...'
He reminded himself again and again.
He could not afford to clash with Yan Moxuan here.... not when he had already lost two lives.
If he died this time, it would mean his true death.
Besides, even in Yan Moxuan weakened state, Ye Mo knew he was still no match for him.
For now, he just had to wait until the secret realm closed.
Then he could return to the sect and ask his master for resources to help reconstruct a new life.
But then a beautiful voice suddenly broke through the tense atmosphere.
