The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2432

Shen Yanxiao was never afraid of death.

She could not stand to live on with an ignoble existence.

Instead of living a little longer and eventually becoming part of the enemy, it would be better to blow herself up early.

Death was preferable to dishonor; this was Shen Yanxiao's principle.

"I really looked down upon you." Satan did not expect that under Shen Yanxiao's seemingly calm face, there would be such a terrible belief.

"It’s not that you look down upon me, but that you think too highly of yourself. You are the Devil God, but so what? There are many things in this world that are not under your control; not everything is under your command." Shen Yanxiao's smile was especially brilliant. At the thought of her miserable days before, when she was being abused by Satan, and then looking at Satan's furious expression right now, it made her feel extremely happy.

"I'll see if you are as determined as you say." Satan's eyes gleamed with danger, then he suddenly rushed toward her.

The instant Satan approached Shen Yanxiao, Xiu had already moved to block him.

"Asura, you are still a soul at present. If what that little girl said is true, under my attack, you still have to bear the explosive force, and then you will disappear completely from this world. Is that really fine with you?" Satan stared at Xiu. During the battle between gods and devils in the past, Xiu had also blocked his way and finally caused the progress of the Devil Race to be halted.

"What about it?" Xiu did not waver in the slightest. He stood firmly in front of Shen Yanxiao, not allowing Satan to come closer by half a step.

"’What about it’? Do you understand what it means to disappear completely? You will no longer feel anything in this world, the joy and sorrow will turn into nothingness, and everything you cherish and value will disappear completely from your world." Satan sneered at him.

"There is only one person and one thing I cherish in this world, and now, you are going to destroy her. There is nothing more to be said between us." Xiu summoned his Asura's blade. The crystal-clear blade of the sword gleamed with a cold light in the sea. Satan's manipulating words did not bring even a slight quiver to Xiu’s soul.

"What's the point of struggling on the deathbed? The God Race has perished, and even the Lord God you trust most is nowhere to be found. You sorrowful gods; you were clearly abandoned by the Lord God, yet you are still foolishly guarding the faith he left behind, causing your whole race to perish. Is this your persistence? Looking at the world, there is no longer a place for the God Race. The Light God has fallen to be a demigod. The Dragon God is living within a humble mortal body. And you have also been experimented with by the human beings you are protecting. The persistence of the God Race is a joke. No one will remember what you have done. What you have protected is nothing but a bunch of ungrateful waste. For such a group of people, you are heading for your own destruction. Is that what you want?" Satan looked at Xiu with a deep smile. He always felt that the gods were a very sorrowful race. Although they had the duty to protect all things in the world, they did not get anything in return.

In order to protect this world, the gods fought bloody battles to the end, but how many races still remembered the sacrifice of the God Race in this world?

The God Race had become just a legend after many years. Those rescued races still lived their happy lives and even fought amongst themselves. Only in rare cases would they artificially lament the loss of the once-powerful gods.