Xiao Zheng was truly dead, he didn't know.
But as long as the Eight Great Sanctuaries declared he was dead, then the Evil God no longer existed in this world.
For him, this was the best opportunity. The intercommunication between the Eastern and Western worlds had become inevitable. Even if both sides remained adversaries, exchanges in the shadows were unavoidable.
This was the trend of the times. Xiao Zheng might be able to stop it for a while, but he certainly couldn't stop it forever.
Bei Daohai shook his head with a hint of mockery.
Evil God, oh Evil God, you clearly are a smart person, so why do such foolish things? You are strong, undeniably so, but no matter how strong you are, can you kill everyone in the world?
You can't. As a strong person, you still don't understand a truth — those who are weaker yet live longer than you do so because they understand this truth. That's the difference between you and me.
