"You've been following me for two months. You should know what kind of person I am."
"Since you know how to read minds."
"Then you should understand."
"If you continue to follow me, I'll kill you."
Shenzong looked at the girl coldly. The faint killing intent in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze the air.
Bai Yan smiled and shook her head. She didn't seem to feel the killing intent at all. "You won't kill me."
"Oh?" Shenzong's pale hand was already on Bai Yan's beautiful neck. "Do you want to die so badly?"
"You won't kill me." Bai Yan didn't look at the pair of hands that were already stained with blood. She reached out her small hand and pressed it on Shenzong's chest under his surprised gaze.
"I know how to read minds, so I know that you won't kill me, Shenzong."
"Because you like me, Shenzong."
I still can't describe the feeling at that moment. To put it simply, the entire world seemed to have become a little more interesting.
…
Just as Zuo Qingcang and the others entered the Land of White and wanted to do something, in other corners of the universe, there were faint ripples that were slowly brewing into monstrous waves.
"Sir … Sir …"
"Hmm?" Slowly opening his eyes, the silver-masked Mirage Grandmaster gathered his thoughts and turned around. He looked at the stone man beside him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The equipment is ready."
At this moment, the Mirage Master and his stone men were standing on a huge rooftop. The mask covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his mouth exposed. His body emitted a faint white light, making him look like a man made of light.
Hearing his subordinate's words, he walked in front of a camera and kept fiddling with it. Behind him, a humanoid lifeform with a face and skin was tied to a chair by metal wires. He was looking at the Mirage Sect in horror.
"Hmm … Is the camera aimed?"
"Is my appearance clear enough?"
"It's very clear, sir." Beside him were over ten stone men who were assisting him in filming.
"Mmm … perfect." The masked man nodded and took a few steps back. Looking at the camera, he suddenly laughed and pushed the tied up green-skinned man before him.
"Hello, everyone. I'm the one who attacked the capital planet of the Netherworld Empire. You can call me Despair.
Now, let's see who this is. The king of the Netherworld Empire, Savard the Third. "
"Hehe, stupidity, greed, cowardice, fear of death, lust, cruelty, this king has almost all the shortcomings of a ruler. If I kill him now, I'm afraid the entire Netherworld Empire will cheer. However, I don't want to do that. "
After the masked man pushed Savard III to the front and announced that he was the one who attacked the Netherworld Empire's Capital Star, Savard III's expression changed drastically. In the Netherworld Empire, the number of people watching the live broadcast of the masked man was increasing rapidly. Soon, the number of people watching the live broadcast had exceeded 100,000, and the momentum was getting faster and faster.
Despair pinched the King's cheeks and wantonly rubbed the fat on his face. He chuckled and said, "Some time ago, I heard about an organization called the Supreme Council.
Haha, the Star River Fiendgod List? Hahahaha, a high-dimensional battleship? Hahahaha, points exchange?
At that time, I was thinking, 'What the hell is this? It's making the whole universe boring. "
Despair loosened his hand and said, "All the powerhouses think about is the ranking on the Fiendgod List. They think about money and resources, fame and reputation, and then they think about becoming stronger, cultivating, doing missions, and repeating it again and again."
The masked man waved his hand and said disdainfully. Then, he pushed the King to the ground and stepped on his face.
"Is this what you think about all the time? Apart from these things, didn't the experts in this universe think of other things that were more meaningful and meaningful?
You are ruled by an organization just like this? You just watch the universe become more and more boring, more and more rigid, like withered flowers and plants. " The masked man shook his head and said, "It's time to raise the level of the powerhouses in this universe."
"So, from today onwards, starting from the Netherworld Empire, I'm going to help all of you redefine the existence of the Supreme Council and recognize the dog chain tied around your neck."
…
"Who is this lunatic?"
"Damn it, isn't the King on vacation? Hurry up and contact the Secretary-General. What kind of nonsense is this? "
"Inform the Minister of Defense immediately and ask him to send 'Netherworld Glory' over. We can't just give away so much money every year for nothing."
"Also, inform that platform to turn off the live broadcast. What kind of nonsense is this? Commoners have no right to know about such things. "
"Have you found the King's signal?"
"Found it. According to the mark on the Star River, it's … in the palace of the Transcendent Planet? How is that possible? "
"Send people to capture that lunatic immediately! Where's Netherworld Glory? "
"He's carrying out a mission from the Supreme Council."
"Ask him to stop the mission immediately. Doesn't he know that his country needs him more now?"
…
"Sir, the live broadcast has been blocked."
"You're faster than I thought. Turn off the video recorder." The masked man stopped his actions. With a snap of his fingers, the man under his feet turned into a pile of dust.
Outside the camera, the real King was only left with his head. His head was being held by a stone man, and he looked at Despair in horror.
"What on earth do you want? I don't understand what you'll gain by doing this. Once you attract Netherworld Glory, you'll definitely be no match for him.
Money, women, resources, I can give you all of them. As long as you let me go now, I can let you be innocent. Right, how about I make you a Prince? "
"Have you forgotten what I just said?" Shenzong smiled and stroked the King's head as if he was stroking his own pet. "Don't be nervous. I'm not a murderer. As for money, power, women, and the like, I'm not interested.
"What I want is for the entire universe to burn for her."
The King looked at Shenzong in both anger and fear and roared, "You lunatic!"
Shenzong only smiled and did not answer the King's question. He took a mini computer from the stone man beside him and kept flipping through the live broadcast news channels. His eyes swept up and down rapidly, collecting information at an extremely fast speed.
Suddenly, he stopped. The female host on the screen said, "With regards to this vicious kidnapping case, the Empire's upper echelons are extremely enraged and have expressed that they will definitely not let the criminals off.
"According to related sources, His Excellency Netherworld Glory has been urgently summoned by the Empire. He has temporarily stopped his mission with the Supreme Council and is rushing over from the Magellan Nebula …"
"Shenzong, what are you going to do next? You're not a match for that monster. " In a vision that only Shenzong could see, the black-clothed man stood next to the King's head. He looked at Shenzong with pity and said, "It seems that you'll be coming down to accompany me very soon."
Next to the black-clothed man, next to Shenzong, there were even more figures that only Shenzong could see surrounding him. Their cold gazes and venomous gazes seemed as if they wanted to pierce through him completely.
A pair of farmers looked at him and smiled coldly. "Haha, we'll be waiting for you."
The Zhangle Sect's disciple shouted, "You should have died long ago."
The Southern Sacred Sect's disciple's eyes were filled with venomous hatred. "What do you plan to do next?"
The black-clothed man kept smiling coldly. "The Netherworld Empire's strongest expert, the Netherworld Glory, is an expert ranked 6000 on the Divines and Demons Leaderboard. You're definitely not a match for him."
In the end, an old man with white hair and beard, who was dressed in a moon-white long robe, looked at Shenzong lovingly and said, "Zong 'er, you've fallen too deeply into the demonic path. If you continue to sink deeper, I'm afraid you'll never be able to turn back."
However, Shenzong ignored them. Perhaps he was already used to these noisy voices. All sorts of sarcasm, complaints, concerns, and questions rang out in his ears. However, he only frowned and stood there, quietly waiting for something.
"Time's up."
"Let me ask you a question." He suddenly turned to look at the King's head and asked, "If you're dreaming, what kind of dream would you like?"
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