The wolf-headed demon, while thrusting the steel pitchfork and piercing through Xie Yanji's left shoulder, also found its own consciousness quietly lost amidst the layers of mountains and rivers formed by the "Peace Saber Technique."
Even the sound of a group of young boys reading aloud echoed in its ears:
"In ancient times, those who wished to bestow clear virtues upon the world first managed their own state; to govern the state, they first regulated their household; to order their household, they first cultivated themselves; to cultivate themselves, they first rectified their hearts..."
Immersed in the ideal peaceful era envisioned by countless virtuous scholars of Divine Land, the demon became the target of many people's condemnation, and its eyes instantly lost their spirit.
Pu—!
With a faint sound of air being sliced, a streak of silver light flashed, crossing a distance of ten feet in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the wolf demon.
