Yet just then, the sky suddenly darkened. Black clouds blanketed the heavens, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a wild gale swept past, as though even the heavens were enraged by the man's actions.
Chen Xiaofan gave a cold laugh and said with undisguised contempt, "What slick words. See that? Even the heavens can't stand the sight of you!"
The bandit leader sneered, his face full of disdain. "What heavens? If I believed that nonsense about retribution never failing, I wouldn't have become a bandit! I've always believed in myself. Only I can change my own fate—everything else is pure bullshit."
To him, things like the Heavenly Dao were distant and untouchable, too illusory. They could neither be seen nor felt, and he truly could not understand why so many people believed in this so-called Heavenly Dao.
"True enough. A heartless madman like you, with not a shred of humanity, naturally wouldn't believe in the so-called Heavenly Dao. But there's one thing you must believe: you're about to die." Chen Xiaofan smiled faintly, speaking with calm composure.
"Hmph. I've never believed in fate, and I'm even less afraid of death." The bandit leader glared viciously at Chen Xiaofan, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes. He seemed unafraid of death.
"Is that so? But I know you're actually terrified inside. You just don't dare admit it." Chen Xiaofan's lips curled upward as he looked at the bandit leader with a mocking smile.
"Bullshit! How could I possibly be afraid of death? If you've got the guts, then do it!" Having had his thoughts exposed by Chen Xiaofan, the bandit leader flew into a rage out of shame.
The bandit leader gave a cold laugh and spoke as if nothing mattered, as though he had already seen through life and