The "fake Song Yan" taught by the Nine Swords did not care about the curses of the underlings below. He grinned joyfully, his eyes fixed on Elder Dan, who was transforming into a Blood Demon. He said lightly: "Old friend Dan Lie, you were one of my recommenders back then. It was you who allowed me to replace Song Yan. Why not let go and truly become my old friend?"
He descended swiftly, and behind him, a gigantic blood-red sword wheel began to form.
"Please don't have any guilt! After all, it's just the battle of the Saints! What's it got to do with you?"
"The Blood Demon has your memories, everything of yours. Isn't that Blood Demon... you?"
Dan Lie roared: "I was blind!"
The fake Song Yan was indifferent. He was already very close to the ground, suddenly looking at Song Yan, and called out: "Fellow cultivator, please do not meddle! Be careful not to get caught up in the battle of the Saints! This cause and effect is not something you can afford, leave quickly!"
