Luo Chen listened quietly, his eyes revealing deep thought. Lei Sangou's words seemed to open a long-sealed door, uncovering an unknown past.
"The reason people call me Demon Lord of Chaos," Lei Sangou's voice was low and strong, as if each word carried heavy memories, "is because I've killed countless people in this life. From the righteous to the Demon Sect, young and old alike, as long as they displeased me, I would kill them without hesitation."
He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps suppressing inner emotions. Luo Chen could feel the sadness and anger emanating from him, emotions like an invisible force permeating the air.
"But who knows, I was originally just an ordinary hunter." Lei Sangou continued, his voice tinged with bitterness, "My life used to be simple and plain, living in harmony with the world. But all that changed completely the day my son was killed by the Demon Race."
