The Evil King of Taiping

"Senior sister, look!" The man smiled and kicked the head away from his feet, and the magic lines climbed up from his neck to his cheeks, "The governor of Youzhou City, the alchemy cultivator who lives children, and this -" the blood sword in his hand picked up a body in a gold-patterned Taoist robe, "the headmaster of the Xuantian Sect who used the refugee sacrifice array." The woman fell in a pool of blood, a trace of tears falling from her pale face. The little junior brother who brought her back to the mountain gate with her own hands was using the sword style she taught to slit the throat of her fellow disciple. "You said there is no coexistence between good and evil..." The man suddenly grabbed her throat, and the tears on the woman's face were reflected in his scarlet pupils. "So what if I am a demon cultivator? Don't they deserve to die?" He suddenly let go of his hand and watched the woman fall like a white crane with broken wings. He said viciously: "Why can evil people live forever wearing Taoist robes? Why should good people die miserably if they abide by the rules?" The woman coughed up blood and smiled bitterly. Her consciousness gradually faded away. Her throat squirmed and she wanted to speak, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth. The man looked like a lunatic, raising his head and roaring wildly. "There is a lack of heavenly virtue, and the right path is ineffective. You say that I am a wicked devil, but I want to be the evil king who saves the suffering!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.