Gazing at the woman before him, Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, his voice somber, "Although an Immortal, she has fallen to be a plaything of Demon Kings, indeed a tragic affair."
With Ye Xuan's words falling, the entire Nine Demon Cave went eerily silent, and the nine Great Demon Kings narrowed their eyes at Ye Xuan, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in their depths.
Xu Qingzhu looked at Ye Xuan, lost and helpless, as if his words had stirred some memories, her voice bitter and murmuring, "You Demon Kings all possess Great Divine Power, even though I've cultivated for ten thousand years to become an Immortal, in your eyes, I am but an ant. Why must the king ridicule me so?"
"Death is not to be feared, what is fearsome is a life worse than death. If you wish it, I can send you on your way, and consider it a good deed."