Lin Xi didn’t expect Zhang Ping to actually harbor so much evil. His heart completely grew cold. He looked at Zhang Ping, and then said one word after another, “This world is already no longer one of devils.”

Zhang Ping’s lips were full of mockery as he said, “It is similarly already no longer an age of the Divine General, but rather my age.”

“Even if it is as you say, that the two of us are the only devils in this world, and that you mock me as being the weakest devil in this world of devils.” Lin Xi looked at the elated Zhang Ping and said coldly, “You are nothing more than a cultivator who hasn’t cultivated the devil dao for that long. You still cannot compare to the cultivators who have reached the peak of devil dao back then. Even in this type of age, you are but a weak devil.”

“You are wrong. I will become more powerful, I will grasp everything.” Zhang Ping looked at Lin Xi like he was looking at a pitiful creature. “I have already experienced this type of feeling… from the moment I crossed Thousand Sunset Mountain, I grasped all fate. When I gave you those nauseating black worms, it was so that you could…

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