Wu Xiaode opened his mouth and with a sly, indecipherable tone, said,
"Mortal, you—"
Thud.
A heavy blow.
He punched himself so hard that he curled up on the ground, spitting out bile.
The tone shifted.
Wu Xiaode's voice came out:
"Cut the crap, I just asked you, why do you want to destroy this world."
The eerie tone replied, "You have no right to ask me anything, on the contrary, I can see your look of despair right away."
He raised his hand again.
Destructive flames burst forth from his hand—
Thud!
His other hand struck hard against his chest once more, shaking his whole body, almost making him jump up.
Instantly, the flames went out.
"Damn it! I didn't come to the human world to endure this torment!"
The eerie tone couldn't help but scream.
He opened his mouth again, this time in Wu Xiaode's voice:
"You can't go back now, I advise you to answer my question properly, then perhaps we can live in peace."
