"What more do you have to say for yourself, Lan Huang?” Jiang Chen was emotionless. He had no interest in arguing.
It was best to justify an execution, but Lan Huang’s extensive defection and injection of demon blood was enough for a death sentence ten times over.
Lan Huang glared at Jiang Chen with great hatred. “I lost. What am I supposed to say?” he snarled. “Jiang Chen, you were just born lucky. You had the ten sacred lands’ resources at your disposal. That’s all it is. We second and third rate folk are forced to be inferior from the moment we’re born.
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