Chapter 692

"Ugh … " The Dark Lord was stunned. With his eyes wide open, he looked at the knife in his chest, then up at the smirking Azalea. His pale face was a mix of shock, disbelief, and confusion. It happened so suddenly that he still hadn't registered that he had been stabbed.

"W—why?" The Dark Lord asked in disbelief. He never expected his most beloved disciple to kill him.

"Your skills have greatly plummeted since you're seriously injured, rendering you defenseless. Today is the best day to kill you." Azalea smiled. "By the way, I applied some Tranqurin on my blade. You're just like a little lamb waiting to be sacrificed now."

"I've treated you well. Why would you betray me? Just when have I ever treated you badly?" The Dark Lord trembled, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"You've never treated me badly. In a way, you've been quite kind to me. However, you still have to die," Azalea said plainly.

"Why … why? Why!" The Dark Lord's emotions surged as he grabbed Azalea's ha