"Compared to Him, I'm still too concerned about pride."
...
Blissful and exhilarating!
The joy in my heart, how can mere words express such ecstasy?
Saint Xin played with the concept of time, his mind completely deranged, obsessive, yet still able to maintain a facade of carefree ease:
"Time is up."
"The Ancestral Sword has never turned against its own, a tale of sorrow and glory!"
As soon as the words fell, below the three great Guiding Cities, three giant black hands of demonic clouds simultaneously reached out, decisively crushing the lives of tens of millions in the cities.
"Ah—"
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold it anymore: "Stop, stop! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, just please don't slaughter the innocent!"
