The demonic cultivator hidden in the shadows seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, and immediately others chimed in.

"You have no idea how wicked Tuoba San's father is. He was the one who flaunted a ninth-tier magic weapon in front of my brother, which made my brother lose his temper and grab him. As a result, Tuoba San immediately jumped out and killed my brother..."

"They say my brother dared to harm his father, don't you think he deserves to die? You be the judge, if your father hadn't appeared in front of my brother with a ninth-tier magic weapon, would my brother have been able to capture him without incident?"

Upon hearing the demonic cultivator's tearful tale, someone immediately echoed him resentfully.

"Your brother is truly pitiful. Tuoba San's father did it on purpose, to arouse your brother's greed. Once your brother couldn't resist and wanted to make a move, he would have fallen into the trap..."

"How can there be such shameless people in this world, actually flaunting a ninth-tier magic weapon everywhere..."

"Yes, people like that are truly hateful..."

While these people were complaining, they completely forgot that if they hadn't been greedy and insisted on seizing the ninth-tier magic weapon, how could they have been in such a deadly predicament?

Moreover, it's not that they think an ordinary person can be robbed at will. If a Martial Emperor were to possess a ninth-tier magic weapon, who would dare to steal it?

"The most tragic case is the Heartless Demon Sect. Their sect is gone, and their Holy Maiden has become a servant. Tuoba San runs rampant in the Demon Sect's territory, allowing his father to act with impunity. He's utterly despicable..."

"We have to think of a way to stop Tuoba San's father from harming us like this. If anyone ever flaunts a ninth-tier magic weapon again, remember, spit in their face first, then send them flying far away..."

"That's right, it should have been done a long time ago. Can't this kind of person go around harming righteous people? They just take advantage of our Demonic Sect to fleece us, it's too much..."

The crowd launched into a tirade, accusing me of how I had harmed the members of the Demonic Sect. In their eyes, I was a thoroughly wicked villain, the kind they wished they could tear apart and sleep with...

My Heavenly Soul naturally heard some of the demonic cultivators' remarks, and his lips twitched incessantly. How the hell was he going to trick his son in the future?

Finally, these demonic cultivators actually formed a boycott alliance, trying to expose my true colors. In their description, I was an utterly wicked villain…

I never imagined that one day I would be described as a villain by a group of big bad guys...

Since these people aren't falling for it, I'll just have to provoke them a little more...

I walked over to Sikong Liang, who was now on the verge of death. The main purpose of the Crippled Blood Sect Master's final attack was to kill him, so about 80% of the power of that attack landed on Sikong Liang...

Even though he was an eighth-rank Martial Venerable, he was still no match for the might of a Martial Emperor…

He was only able to survive thanks to his past as a holy son, which gave him many valuable items; otherwise, he would have been smashed to pieces...

"Hey! You're supposed to be a Holy Son, you can't be that fragile, can you?"

I kicked Sikong Liang's butt, and he rolled his eyes back, then continued to lie there, barely breathing...

"You're supposed to be the Holy Son of the Demonic Sect, how can you be so useless? If even the Holy Son is such a piece of trash, then aren't the other demonic cultivators even more useless?"

My words echoed across the empty battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of all the demonic cultivators. This immediately silenced the demonic cultivators lurking in the shadows, their faces grim as they stared at me…

They just don't understand why I always provoke them so recklessly? Why I'm constantly flirting with death...

Ignoring everyone's reactions, I took out a healing pill and continued to humiliate them.

"Since you've been my dog, you can have this eighth-grade healing pill..."

Holy crap…

Everyone was shocked…

Eighth-grade pills, given away so easily. When did being treated like a dog become so good?

The demonic cultivators who were just vehemently criticizing the demons now only had one thought in their minds: "Can I also become your dog?"

"You should know that there are requirements for being my dog. A piece of trash like you barely qualifies. Those who can't even become Holy Sons are not even as good as you, let alone be my dogs..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard countless rapid breathing sounds. The demonic cultivator couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Can't you speak like a human being?"

One sentence insulted all of us demonic cultivators, and what's worse, they didn't dare to retaliate...

"Let me tell you, there are many benefits to being my dog, much better than your holy son. I will help convert the treasures my son obtained by acting on behalf of Heaven, and then I will give them to the people around him..."

"Look at the saintess next to me, look at the treasures on her. These are all real benefits. My son also has the resources of several sects; supporting a few people is a piece of cake for him..."

Hearing my rambling, the hidden demonic cultivators became even more tempted; they suddenly felt that being someone's dog wasn't so bad after all…

"Having more treasures is useless; no one can take anything from my son. Look, my son is injured, and no one dares to jump out and snatch it. So all those people are just a bunch of cowardly clowns..."

Those hidden demonic cultivators really wanted to point their fingers at me and ask, "Can't you be a human being?"

If you're going to talk, can you please not drag us into it?

And what the hell do you mean? Are you encouraging us to take your son away?

The moment this idea was conceived, many people were intrigued…

However, with so many demonic cultivators, each with their own schemes, it was simply impossible for them to unite...

After taking my pill, Sikong Liang's condition improved noticeably, and his breathing gradually stabilized...

He quickly opened his eyes, pale-faced. When he saw me looking at him with a mocking expression, Sikong Liang felt no joy at surviving a disaster; instead, he felt a deep-seated fear…

In his weakened state, his eyes suddenly glazed over. A wicked smile crept across my face as I thought to myself, "You bunch of idiots, I'll make you pay..."

With all this groundwork laid, I refuse to believe you won't take the bait. Now all that's missing is a reason to act...

My celestial soul directly controlled Sikong Liang's body, and then I saw the critically injured and dying Sikong Liang, his face filled with grief and rage, grabbing my neck and roaring at the surroundings.

"Fellow members of the Demonic Sect, I have captured Tuoba San's father. All of you, attack together! As long as you kill Tuoba San, everything he possesses is yours. I will help you distract his father, preventing Tuoba San from focusing on dealing with you..."

Fellow members of the Demonic Sect, what are you waiting for? This opportunity will not come again!

"Everyone, hurry up and act! The treasures and riches of several sects, the life savings of countless fellow members of the demonic sects, are all on Tuoba San. Kill him, and all of this will be yours..."

Sikong Liang's shouts left the surrounding demonic cultivators completely bewildered...

I couldn't believe it was true, but Sikong Liang's words were so persuasive. If Sikong Liang was really willing to sacrifice himself, then what reason would there be not to take action?