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[warnings for unedited typos/mistakes ahead. i didn’t clean this up at all XD]

Book 1: Unchanging Demonic Nature

Chapter 1: No Regrets After The Heart of a Demon Dies

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“Be a good boy and turn over the Spring and Autumn Cicada, Fang Yuan, and I’ll make things easy for you!”

“Old devil Fang, you should stop this useless resisting! All of the righteous ways united here today to crush your den of monsters. We’ve already set nets above and below ground! This time, you’ll definitely lose your head!”

“Fang Yuan you despicable monster, you killed tens of millions of lives to cultivate this Spring and Autumn Cicada! You’ve already committed a heinous crime worthy of retribution! It’s an unforgivable sin! Too vile!”

“Demon, you humiliated me 300 years ago! s.n.a.t.c.hing away my pure body, killing nine generations of my family—from then until now, I’ve hated you enough to eat your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I’ll have you wish you were dead!”

Fang Yuan wore a shredded jade-green robe, his hair billowing wildly. His body was bathed in blood from head to toe as he surveyed the scene around him. The mountain breeze made his b.l.o.o.d.y robes flutter like a war banner in the wind.

The fresh red blood poured from hundreds of wounds on his body. Just by standing there for a while, Fang Yuan had already gathered a large puddle beneath his feet.

His enemies circled him in a ring, cutting off all possible ways of escape. It seemed set that he had no choice but to die today. Fang Yuan saw the situation as clearly as a blazing fire. But even though death was imminent, he remained calm, his expression flat. His eyes were like distant, ancient pools of water, and just as before—filled with a bottomless depth.

The crowds of heroes from righteous Sects that surrounded him weren’t just one branch of venerable Elders. There were also renowned heroes and youths. All of them securely surrounded Fang Yuan, some roaring with rage, some smiling coldly, some squinting with suspicious, narrow-eyed stars or fearful glances as they clutched at their wounds.

None of them made a move, all in dread of Fang Yuan’s last stand before his death. Just like this, the crowd nervously surrounded him for the s.p.a.ce of six hours. As the sun set, its evening glow kindled the clouds and made them as radiant as a flame. Fang Yuan, who had been as quiet and still as a statue this whole time, slowly turned. There was a commotion amongst the gathered heroes as they all drew back a big step.