Outside the formation, the crowd was embroiled in a bitter battle, yet Song Qinglan had the audacity to ask me to surrender to a demon?
I gripped my cold light sword, "No way."
"That's good," she sneered. "I was wondering what excuse I'd use to beat you to the ground."
Before she finished speaking, she lunged at me. Xiao Hei was facing Danfeng, who had grown much stronger after falling to the demonic path. However, Xiao Hei's seal was still in place, and for a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Song Qinglan tossed away the spiritual sword given to her by her master, now wielding a large demonic blade. She swung it at me with savage fury, questioning, "Why is it that everything I want, you get so easily? Fame, talent, your spiritual beast, even your cultivation resources!"
"And that beast, since it's a ferocious creature, it should belong to the demon race!"
"Why should you, as a mere disciple, always get everything first?"
Her face twisted with rage, and I could see the madness in her eyes.
"You’re wrong," I said, my voice steady. "Spiritual beasts have their own wills. Whether they cultivate righteousness or demonic power, it should be their choice."
"You're a demon cultivator, and you're questioning me?" I retorted.
"The resources I’ve received are from my parents. My fame is the result of my talent and hard work. Why should the name of a demon cultivator be spread instead of mine?"
"Now that you think of yourself as my senior sister, why didn’t you say that when you were stealing everything from me?"
With that, I swung my sword and sent her flying. On the other side, Xiao Hei roared in anger and stomped on Danfeng.
But Song Qinglan refused to give in. The formation remained intact, and she still refused to yield.
"So what if you're strong? You can only watch as your next generation of geniuses die here."
Song Qinglan laughed manically.
"The other demons are attacking the other sects. Don’t expect anyone to come to your rescue!"
"The demon race will eventually rule over this world."
And then, with an air of finality, she spoke one last time.
"I concede."

