“That’s a disciple from Beastmaster for you, so pure and innocent, crying after a little grope. Is this the mentality of a fourth-level Heaven’s Mandate?” Feiyun lowered his inflection.

　　Chi Yao hastily fixed her dress and stopped crying by biting her teeth. Her teary eyes glared at Feiyun, seemingly wanting to kill him.

　　She swore that if she could ever make it out of this h.e.l.l, she would train in the sword dao and supreme techniques to kill all the heretics here, especially Feng Feiyun, this pretender. Yes, send him to the eighteen levels of h.e.l.l.

　　Chan Ling’er and Huaji Ningxiang bit their lips, trying their best to calm down. They finally realized their lackings. Though their cultivation was at the top of the young generation, they knew too little about the evils of the human heart and treachery.

　　Ling’er had the strongest mental mindset out of the girls. She sat cross-legged inside the cage like a lotus while holding a white set of Buddhist beads: “Feng Feiyun, you might be a devil but I’ve always thought you were different, living with emotions and a touch of morality, a real man. You have disappointed me.”

　　She believed that he had conspired with the heretics and led them to this h.e.l.l. In her eyes, these heretics were beyond saving, completely inhumane. Feiyun was with them so he should be the same case.

　　Initially, she had some admiration for him but not a sliver remained now. She hated him even more than these heretics at this point.

　　“I don’t give a d.a.m.n if you’re disappointed, girl, don’t think you’re a fairy just because you have done some good deeds in the world. I’ll strip you and you’ll be nothing but my little b.i.t.c.h.” Feiyun didn’t hold back at all with his foul language. 

　　Ling’er closed her eyes and couldn’t respond. Her stainless heart appeared to have been cut, ‘a devil will always be a devil, there’s no saving him.’

　　The heretics had a smile on their face while watching the show.

　　“Got enough?” Feiyun coldly said.

　　They stopped smiling, speechless after seeing his flas.h.i.+ng red eyes.

　　“Brother Feng, no need to lower yourself and argue with these insignificant beings.” A youthful male voice resounded, sounding very friendly and approachable.

　　Just this voice alone would wipe away any previous animosity.

　　Feiyun glanced over and saw a man dressed in black sitting there. Despite the tiny frame, the person sat upright. One couldn’t see his face because his forehead was unreasonably brilliant - akin to a Buddhist lamp. [1]

　　If Feiyun’s cultivation wasn’t sealed, perhaps he could see the guy with his phoenix gaze.

　　He looked down but the guy’s robe was very long and hid his legs and shoes completely as well. Nevertheless, he could tell that this person was very dangerous.

　　“You’re their young lord?” Feiyun asked.

　　“Brother Feng, you prefer to stand and speak rather than sitting down? Or have I not shown enough sincerity?” The young lord calmly spoke; his voice full of charisma like a Buddha explaining the scripture.

　　This particular hall was quite large, more than enough to accommodate 300 people without being crowded. However, only a single lamp was lit - the light by the young lord’s forehead.

　　In the darkness, everyone would search for the light - the symbol of hope, life, and the truth. Only the young lord possessed this right now in the entire place.

　　It was a strange feeling. Everyone couldn’t help but be affected by his light, wanting to get closer to him without any reservation.

　　Even the girls in the cages were affected. Their breathing and pulse were slowly harmonizing with his. His heart had a beat, theirs would do the same. He took one breath, so did they.

　　This was a state of possessing a supreme heavenly dao, always affecting those around him and turning them into his va.s.sals and shadows. 

　　Feiyun sensed this change - even the powerful heretics nearby were affected and resonated with this young lord.

　　He was the only one unaffected. His heartbeat remained normal since it was a s.h.i.+ny piece of bone right now - almost like a ruby.

　　He took a deep breath and pulled up the iron chain: “I actually don’t see much sincerity, Young Lord.”

　　“Death Walker, hurry up and get that chain off Brother Feng.”

　　The old man with three black wings took out a sharp sword. The air pulsed around the blade after a slight movement.

　　“Your Excellency, please raise your hands.”