Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo looked at the Fallen God flying towards her with a look of despair. Before she could make a move, Yang Jin grabbed her wrist and slapped her without mercy.

The Spring Flame was like a cold white screen of light, which hit the clone of the God of Falling God without any hesitation. Those clones that only had the strength of a God were instantly destroyed by the cold white flame. Even the God of Falling God was burned by the flame. If he had not acted decisively and burrowed into the ground, he would have been affected by the flame.

“This is how fire is used”

With a hint of disdain, Yang Jin said to Yan Wenmo unhappily:

"You are really stupid. After so long, you still can't use your natal fire. You still need someone to teach you."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the excitement that had just risen in Yan Wenmo, so that she simply rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to Yang Jin.

As if realizing there was no threat, the God of Falling God came out from the soil again. Yang Jin glanced at the God of Falling God who looked like a mouse and said coldly:

"You go and fight"

Yan Wenmo looked at Yang Jin in disbelief. Yang Jin looked at her without any guilt and said confidently:

"If you don't fight him and don't master your life fire, how can you be a star master and defeat those intruders? Do you want me to follow you around and clean up your mess?!"

Well, you are so cruel, you win. There was no other way, Yan Wenmo could only fight with the Lord of Fallen Gods again. She used the method Yang Jin taught her and used the fire of Spring Flame to attack the Lord of Fallen Gods.

For some reason, this Fallen God seemed to be extremely afraid of the Spring Flame, so much so that as soon as Yan Wenmo released the Spring Flame, he burrowed into the ground like a mouse.

Watching the two of them playing lazily, Yang Jin glanced at Jiang Wenbai, who was covered in wounds, sneered, and said sarcastically:

"Get out!"

Jiang Wenbai didn't say anything, but subconsciously wanted to move closer, but was stopped by Yang Jin. Yang Jin looked at him with a warning look, and said sternly without any hesitation:

"If you dare to help her, I will go down and fight her myself. When the time comes, don't blame me for being too ruthless."

This threat was extremely effective, so Jiang Wenbai just glanced at Yang Jin deeply, then looked at Yan Wenmo with a worried look, unwilling to even look away.

Seeing him like this, Yang Jin seemed to be bored and suddenly asked:

"You like her?! How much?! Don't forget, you are just a sword spirit, she is my sister, you..."

Before Yang Jin finished speaking, Jiang Wenbai frowned and interrupted unhappily:

"Would you please shut up and stop interrupting me?"

Yang Jin glared at Jiang Wenbai fiercely and said sarcastically:

"Do you still think you are the little white sword from before?! Do you think you can still defeat me like before?!"

Jiang Wenbai ignored him and simply ignored him. Seeing this, Yang Jin teased him:

"Don't be so wishful thinking. She likes Gu Hansheng. They are destined to be together. You... are just a passer-by after all. You can't compare to Gu Hansheng."

Jiang Wenbai lowered his eyes when he heard this, then took a deep breath and looked at Yan Wenmo. He didn't know whether he was speaking to Yang Jin or to himself, but he spoke very firmly, even paranoidly:

"If I am mine for one day, I will be mine for the rest of my life. Even my skin, skin and bones are mine. If anyone dares to steal, I will kill him, even if he is a god."

His words were full of murderous intent, as if he had made some decision. In response, Yang Jin chuckled and said in a teasing tone:

"It's our destiny, can you stop it?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wenbai looked at him and asked bluntly:

"Destiny?! When have you ever believed in destiny? If you don't believe in it, why should I?"

This answer made Yang Jin obviously stunned. He looked at Jiang Wenbai in astonishment. Looking at his face, he suddenly remembered that long ago, the little white sword, even before it transformed, said stubbornly to Xihe:

"The master is my master, she is mine, I won't allow anyone else to hurt her, even if you are her mother, my creator."

Patting Jiang Wenbai's shoulder with amusement, Yang Jin said helplessly and teasingly:

"It's not good to be too possessive, she..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Wenmo rushed forward with a flaming charge, knocking the God Lord of the Falling God to the ground. Even the ground beneath the God Lord of the Falling God suddenly collapsed several meters. He lay at the bottom of the pit, looking at Yan Wenmo, who was standing above with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering. He spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and said with arrogance:

"If you are not Yang Jin, how can you be worthy of standing in front of me?"

Yan Wenmo looked at him, sneered, and said sarcastically:

"If it weren't for Yang Jin, you wouldn't be worthy of becoming a god and receiving incense from the people."

Lord Falling God said nothing. He just lay at the bottom of the pit, looking at the blood-red sky, and murmured softly:

"Why?! Why must I die?! It was you who destroyed the Tongtian Tree, right?! You planned it from the beginning, to destroy the Tongtian Tree, let us stay in the human world, let us kill innocent people, let us commit all kinds of evil, and then kill us in the name of eliminating demons and defending the way of justice."

At this point, he burst into laughter, until tears came out of his eyes. His laughter was so sad and eager that he choked and coughed a few times. He spoke to himself with a look of sadness and loneliness:

"Yang Jin, Yang Jin, are you planning this to avenge your people, or are you following the Jade Emperor's orders to kill me and silence me? But, none of this matters anymore."

Having said this, he paused, as if he was mocking or ridiculing, and continued:

"What a pity! No matter how you schemed, your people have all died long ago. They have all turned to ashes. No one in this world will remember the Dijun tribe or that you were once the god of the Dijun tribe. They only know that you are the sun god, a member of the Huangdi tribe. No one will remember you or your mother. You have all been forgotten."

Yang Jin appeared beside Yan Wenmo without knowing when. He looked down at the Lord of the Fallen God and said expressionlessly:

"I killed you not only because you took advantage of me and Layue's absence to wipe out the remaining members of my Dijun tribe, but also because of those innocent people who died tragically."

What he said was powerful and resounding, word for word describing the crimes of Lord Fallen God. It was really hard to believe that those things were done by a god.

For example, a few years ago, due to his own selfishness, he massacred the imperial city, which led to chaos in the country. Many heroes rose up in rebellion, and in the end, people were devastated and the land was in turmoil.

For example, because of his momentary greed, he killed a colleague from the same God Clan just to get the secret treasure that his colleague had refined himself.

Or maybe because of a technique, an entire sect was massacred and the technique was taken for themselves.

Or when his subordinates hurt innocent people, instead of stopping them, he would go even further and lead people to punish those mortals who had no power to resist.

He confessed all of these things, one by one, in detail, and this was just the tip of the iceberg of his countless sins. If he was not afraid that Yan Wenmo would feel chilled, Yang Jin really wanted to tell all the dirty things he had done in front of this Lord of the Fallen God.

He is selfish, relies on his strength to do whatever he wants, has no respect for the lives of others, and wantonly plays with the weak just to get a little pleasure for himself. Mortals don't need such a god, and Yang Jin doesn't need it either.

Lord Fallen God was in a trance after listening to this. He looked into the void, as if he saw the illusions in his memories, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"You may have forgotten that you were once a mortal, so I now want you to know what consequences your reckless behavior brought upon yourself."