So whether the Demonic Monk genuinely believed, or harbored doubts yet ultimately trusted,
he could not escape his longing for her.
Ten thousand years ago, he foolishly and naively met her under the sun for the first time.
Ten thousand years later, his demonic aura fierce, he pierced through a realm to see her once again.
But false is false.
She used him, thoroughly and completely.
She was so calculating even when chosen by the heavens.
How much more now that she had turned to evil.
Qin Yu was Qin Yu.
The Demonic Monk suddenly laughed.
In the time of Buddha, love was not allowed.
In the time of evil, one must be heartless.
He had his epiphany, so in his weakest moment, he drew the butcher knife and plunged it directly into Qin Yu's chest.
This stab was very decisive.
It went through her chest.
This was his strongest blow yet, carrying the peak power of the Evil Buddha's essence and the killing force of an entire Minor Plane.
