"No, Xing Shi had to be killed by Zhang Chen. Otherwise, it would deviate from my original plan, brat from the Chaos Realm!"
The one wearing white gloves who stopped Yu Ming from delivering the killing blow to Xing Shi was the clown who had been hiding in the shadows all along. Their gazes met at close range, and Yu Ming frowned deeply, unable to see through the other man's thoughts.
"Cough, cough... Foolish people, do you want to kill me?" Xing Shi struggled to speak before them.
Since Xing Shi could still speak normally, Yu Ming knew he had already missed the best opportunity to kill him.
At the same time, this mysterious man beside him intended to stop him from killing Xing Shi. Left with no choice, Yu Ming reverted the imitation Primordial Chaos Axe in his hand back into Abhoth's Skull to lessen the burden on his body. He then took a step back, moving away from Xing Shi together with the clown.
As the clown withdrew, he moved his palm, temporarily plunging Zhang Chen's mangled body into a temporal rift.
"You're all arrogant fools. I'll show you the difference in strength. Desperation... I've lived too comfortably for thousands of years, so much so that I forgot what it felt like to be trapped in desperation every day. I will temper myself through desperation and reach an entirely new height."
The wounds inflicted by Yu Ming's imitation Primordial Chaos Axe were nearly impossible to recover from. Xing Shi's tongue curled around the ring on the ground once more.
With a gulp, he swallowed it into his body.
"Chapter Two of the second volume of the Body Devouring Heart Sutra—'Devour God.' Consume divine consciousness; survive only after being driven to death." A mouth formed in the air once