From the very beginning, Mo Qi hadn't believed a word the Saint Demon said.
No matter what had happened in the past, his mother was the one who had sealed the Saint Demon here. Mo Qi had no reason to set him free.
Besides, in Mo Qi's eyes, the Saint Demon reeked of evil from head to toe.
"Go back on my word? I don't recall ever agreeing to your deal," Mo Qi said with a smile, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
The moment he used the Original Array to corrupt the four chains, Mo Qi understood the Saint Demon's predicament.
The Saint Demon's Cultivation foundation was on the verge of collapse, his power suppressed to an extreme degree.
But Mo Qi didn't dare to be careless. An expert of the Saint Demon's caliber was like a cornered beast—still dangerous even on the brink of death.
Heaven knew what other trump cards he had up his sleeve.
