On the high platform
Chen Sanliang lowered his head to look at Mr. Da, who had died of exhaustion, and his face became unsightly. His expression was extremely ugly. The other party would rather die than work for him, refusing to integrate the Great Dao into his Chen Sanliang's Dao. How could he have failed so much as a person?
The most critical was Mr. Da's generous attitude of facing death, which would surely inspire countless Confucian Crown Princes to imitate and take Mr. Da as a benchmark.
"You truly deserve to die! Do you know how many scholars of the Human Race will die unjustly because of you?" Fire brewed in Chen Sanliang's eyes.
He guided the Demon Race into the territory, not just for revenge, but also to make the Human Race turn around and steal the Demon Race's fortune, making the Human Demon Race supreme.
