Chapter 693

"No, impossible! You were only six years old back then, and you were fast asleep!" The Dark Lord shook his head furiously.

Azalea responded, "I'd be dead now if I hadn't pretended to be asleep."

"You—!" The Dark Lord was at a loss for words. He could not believe an experienced fighter like him had been played by a six-year-old.

"Since you now know the truth, you can die now." Azalea flashed a smile again.

"Wait! You can't kill me!" The Dark Lord panicked as he clamored, "Don't forget that you still carry the curse that I planted in you. If I die, you won't survive either!"

He would plant a venomous curse on every new disciple. The first reason was to control them better, while the second was to prevent betrayals. The current situation was a perfect example.

"The curse? You mean this?" Azalea smiled playfully and took out a clear glass bottle. Inside was a red centipede.

"H—how did you get it out?" The Dark Lord's expression shifted. The curse he planted was connected to him;