Xuan Ye's words were indeed harsh, and Xuan Yue was stunned. Ah Dai was even more severely shaken; his heart ached immensely. Although he knew that his identity didn't match that of Xuan Yue, he never expected Xuan Yue's father to think so lowly of him. His voice trembling and his face flushed red, he protested, "I, I am not a demon."
Xuan Ye sneered, "Still saying you're not a demon. I ask you, who killed the thieves in the Elf Forest? And who killed those bandits in the Yalan tribe? Nearly a thousand lives have been destroyed by your Sword of Hades, and you still say you're not a demon."
"No, no—," Ah Dai shouted frantically, his blood boiling, his mind overheating from the scenes of killing that flashed continuously through his mind. He grabbed his own hair with both hands, shaking his head repeatedly, "No, no, I didn't want to kill them; they forced me, they forced me."