"Hua Zhen, you call yourself an Ancient God, yet you committed such evil acts of blasphemy, disregard, and trampling of life. You openly defied the moral principles of the Shenhe civilization and made yourself despised by all!
"Your deranged, backwards actions will surely be condemned by the world. For the peace and safety of all people, how could I, Pan Zhen, allow you to act so recklessly?"
Some people always liked placing themselves on the moral high ground before using it to judge everyone else. Pan Zhen was a prime example.
Lieyang people were famously hot-tempered. Perhaps it had something to do with the genes in their bodies; they were the sort who ignited at the slightest spark.
Pan Zhen, however, was an exception. He was deeply calculating. No matter when, where, or what he faced, even in a rage, he could remain calm. He always knew how to use the situation to put himself in an advantageous position, and his words were highly inciting.
Just like now. Once his words fell, the Lieyang soldiers who had been immersed in boundless fear began to regain the light in their eyes. Their confusion and terror vanished, replaced by a determination to defeat the enemy and defend themselves to the death. Even the mentality of the Netherworld Army shifted along with them.
The murderous atmosphere instantly surged to its peak. They now saw themselves as an army of righteousness carrying out Heaven's will!
Pre-battle incitement was all well and good, but Pan Zhen had ultimately used his moral restraints on the wrong target.
Hua Zhen naturally could not be bothered to trade words with him.
With a flash, he appeared where Pan Zhen stood with lightning speed. No one could see how he had moved there.
"Bang—"
After an inaudible explosion came