Just as Roger also began to feel murderous intent, another soft chuckle came. "Heh heh."
It was still that Above Supreme in hiding. "Make me regret it? Young people these days really dare to say anything."
"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to make a move. I'm just a little curious... where did you get the nerve to say that?"
"Enough," Qu Jianlei said bluntly. "You keep talking and talking. Is that interesting? Can't we just have a fight?"
In fact, fighting definitely would not have ranked among his top three choices.
It was simply that the other party had been acting far too talkative, making him suspicious. Could there be... some inconvenience? "In such a hurry to die?" The voice finally lost its amiability, carrying a trace of chill.
"Since every last one of you is so determined to court death, then I can only... hm?"
After that soft hum, there was unexpectedly no follow-up. No one knew what had happened.
At the same time, a strange scene was unfolding aboard a Division Level Battleship eight hundred thousand kilometers away.
This warship was enormous, like a moving fortress, covered in densely packed protrusions.
Each protrusion was a combat unit, large or small. The largest were as big as small Attack Ships.
Inside one of the largest protrusions, a blurry shadow was twisting, even causing the surrounding space to distort.
"Strange. Why do I feel like I've been locked onto? Could there really be an Above Supreme over there?"
"Heh heh, looks like you noticed," a faint chuckle came, and space rippled again.
An even blurrier shadow appeared. "Empire Storm, you're not exactly young anymore. Is bullying little kids that interesting?"
The first blurry shadow twisted twice before speaking leisurely. "And who are you?"
"Even if I answered, you