"Nonsense! Since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable. As a righteous person, how could I regret capturing a demoness like you?" Zhuge Kongfang's face darkened as he shouted. "And don't try to provoke anyone. Everyone here is willing to kill you—they just don't want to dirty their hands with a demoness like you."
Jiang Manjun's sneer deepened. "If you're scared, just admit it. Stop making excuses. Bunch of hypocritical cowards! Zhuge Kongfang, if you want to kill me, just do it. Stop wasting time!"
Zhuge Kongfang's expression shifted slightly. Like the others, he feared the Heavenly Demon Sect's retaliation. Although the sect's leader, Jiang Haichen, had disappeared twenty years ago, his four wives and several elders were all formidable opponents, each with skills on par with his own. Despite secretly building his power over the years, Zhuge Kongfang was still far from being a match for the Heavenly Demon Sect.