Some cursed loudly, some fearfully admitted their faults, and others showed regret, blaming themselves out loud...
The cultivators of the world were of all shapes and forms, the complexity of human nature was fully displayed at this moment.
But at this time, no matter what kind of voices sounded, Su Changqing, whose body was filled with destruction, only watched with cold eyes.
He did not defend himself, nor did he become angry at those curses.
Because once he no longer cared, no one could stir half an emotion in him.
"Su Changqing! We were wrong just now, could you help us?"
The first to lose composure was Mingzi from the Demon Sect.
He looked at the evil demon that had already reached its peak, and anxiously called for help.
"Su Changqing! As long as you save my Demon Race, you can ask for any condition!"
At this moment, even the proud Jinwu Shengyu lowered his proud head, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
