บท 1443: The West Hall Ends!

Zong Xingyu sat on the chair of the prime master in the West Hall, with a weird and ironic smile on his haggard face.

"A piece of demonic soul. Hah. Demonic soul!"

"I am just a piece of demonic soul too, am I not?"

"F*ck the demonic soul!"

"Isn't it the essence of demons to go against the trend of times and fill the heart with evilness?"

"What on earth can't I be against them? Nothing!"

"Hah hah hah…" He suddenly laughed bitterly, yet with the laugh, he started to shed warm tears in the eyes.

When the tears crazily ran out his eyes, the demonic qi that had filled up his body seemed to be decreasing…

However, as he calmed down, the demonic qi was back again.