"Zhao Xiaohua? Do you know her?" Lin Chen asked curiously.
The Demon God smiled bitterly: "Back then, I swept across the Island Nation, thinking myself invincible, yet I was defeated by her. Since then, I retreated from the martial world to hone my skills, hoping one day to seek revenge."
Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, not expecting a shared history between Zhao Xiaohua and the Demon God.
"Zhao Xiaohua is my woman," Lin Chen said after a moment of contemplation.
"I see!" The Demon God sighed.
"I originally thought that after forty years of diligent practice, I could conquer the world again. But it seems I'm still just a frog at the bottom of a well. Since I lost, I have nothing more to say. You can proceed," the Demon God closed his eyes.
However, Lin Chen's sword did not fall; instead, he sheathed it.
"A friend of mine shares the same school as you. On her account, I spare your life," Lin Chen said as he turned to leave.
