"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;