"You despicable brat, I should have killed you earlier..."
The man looked at Ezekiel Roth, whose figure was twisting and roaring in despair within the Soul Refining Bead, and cracked a cold smile, "Indeed, since I am not as strong as you, why didn't you kill me and just take the Myriad Spirit Blood Array?"
"One last thing to tell you, I actually have no connection with the Thousand Evil Sect, oh, but that's not entirely true. I have received the Ancient Inheritance from the Thousand Evil Sect; to be precise, I don't know anyone from the current Thousand Evil Sect, so even if you had killed me, no one would have bothered you."
"Unfortunately, you were fooled by me, not daring to touch me, and obediently swearing the Oath of the Heart Demon and signing a contract with me. Since you have failed and have no value, just disappear completely."
Ezekiel Roth cursed in despair, "Go to hell, you little scammer, I curse you to a dreadful demise..."
