"Who am I?"
Above the yellow-sand plain, a man clad in ancient, dark-colored armor stood tall upon a lofty stage.
From his body emanated a thick, bowl-sized line of green energy, and that energy connected to a tall, thin elder.
As the green energy continuously mended the elder's physique, the several bloody holes on his body were also slowly healing.
"Pity! You aren't qualified to know my name."
The man said with an indifferent expression.
As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly caused the naturally blue face of the tall Whale Shark King in the distance to turn even deeper.
"It seems you are someone who believes in Yuan Zheng's notion that love can save the world?" Whale Shark King suppressed his emotions and began to probe, wishing to find a flaw in Wang Ming's convictions from his words, or a fissure in his Dao heart.
Yuan Zheng seemingly was killed by slaves, but in truth, Yuan Zheng died in the process of verifying his own convictions.
It could also be said that Whale Shark King used Yuan Zheng's convictions to kill him.
"Hahahaha!
No!
I don't believe love can bring world peace.
Many of the things you say, I actually agree with—for instance, human desires are like rolling stones down a mountain; once they start, they cannot be stopped.
And love cannot bring about world peace.
However,
a world without love won't do either." Wang Ming spoke with a peaceful expression, devoid of any worldly aura.
"Oh?
You actually pity the weak and believe in the existence of love.
This world is inherently the world of the strong, and in the eyes of the strong, there is fundamentally no seat for the weak.
You are wrong." Whale Shark King shouted.
And then he was about to start