At this point, the indifference on Fan Wuyin's face gradually gave way to pain. He spoke with great difficulty, "Master didn't actually kill tens of thousands of innocent cultivators. Her practice of evil techniques was just an excuse. In reality, it was the seven of us brothers who coveted Master's power, so we worked together to kill her."

Everyone present was stunned.

The Demon Lord actually confessed himself without being asked? What kind of shocking gossip is this!

Realizing that something exciting was about to happen, everyone present quickly pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

Looking at the two people who suddenly started fighting, Zuo Ningxin in the corner was also dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that Jiang Deng wasn't the one the Master liked, just because he had the same name as the Master's Master...

Does the Lord truly love his Master? Does he love him so much that he would kill him?

Is this kind of person really worthy of her love?

Zuo Ningxin's unwavering thoughts suddenly wavered at this moment.

Fan Wuyin seemed to have found it difficult to stop once he had started. He continued lamentingly, "I loved Master so much, yet I joined my fellow disciples in killing him... I am guilty, so you might as well just kill me!"

After he finished speaking, tears as big as beans rolled down from Fan Wuyin's eyes. He cried miserably, looking so miserable.

Hearing this, Baili Chengfeng was shocked.

My mentor was actually killed by her seven disciples?

With anger rising in his heart, Baili Chengfeng punched Fan Wuyin in the face again, successfully swelling his right cheek as well.

"It's not that easy to die. You have to stay alive until the opening of the Ten Thousand Demons Gorge next month."

Baili Chengfeng coughed lightly, looked at the place where Jiang Deng disappeared, and said calmly: "No matter whether Jiang Deng is alive or dead, I will find her!"