Greed

Greed

The contemptuous smile on the blue-haired youth's face instantly froze.

Why did that voice sound so fake? So over-the-top?

It did not sound at all like someone about to be killed!

Could this guy still have some trump card up his sleeve?

The blue-haired youth was suspicious, but he was also angered. He abruptly drew his longsword, and with a shhk, it brought up a spray of blood.

"Ah!" The clone immediately let out another miserable scream, clutching his chest as he cried, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"..." Veins throbbed on the blue-haired youth's forehead. He felt terrible all over.

Even the Martial Arts Leader and the others were rendered speechless. The grave atmosphere from moments ago had been utterly ruined, and everything felt strangely off.

They looked at Wang Teng suspiciously. Did he have some other means of saving his life?

"You're too noisy!" The blue-haired youth snorted coldly and raised his longsword, ready to finish Wang Teng for good.

"No need for you to do it. I'll do it myself!"

The clone suddenly stopped screaming and gave the blue-haired youth a wicked smile. The expression on his face was extremely bizarre.

The moment his words fell, a deafening boom erupted from within his body.

"Damn it!" The blue-haired youth flew into a rage, kicked off the ground, and hurriedly retreated.

Boom!

The Primal Force within the clone erupted completely, sweeping out in all directions. He had actually chosen to self-destruct.

The self-destruct of a 13-Star War General Level existence was incredibly terrifying.

The aftermath surged outward, destroying everything it could.

Only after a while did the cockpit return to calm. Most of the items in the central lounge had been destroyed—the sofas, fine wine, and all manner of precious decorations had been reduced to ashes.