Tu Xin rose to his feet again, his entire body ravaged to the utmost limit.
He had never imagined anything so unbelievable, not even in his dreams.
The other party was like a monster. How could someone improve so insanely just by dreaming?
His entire worldview had been shattered.
Emperor Lord truly was the most terrifying existence from before the Ancient Prehistoric Universe! "But I never expected there to be a worm hiding here, feigning death in secret, and even stealing my martial arts." Tu Xin looked coldly at the Zerg Mother Empress.
Tu Xin was utterly disdainful. "As expected, you have already decayed beyond redemption. You secretly learn the combat techniques of others, yet have never pioneered or created anything yourselves."
He despised people like this the most!
True powerhouses ought to be like him and Emperor Lord—creating their own martial arts, relying on themselves in battle, and acting openly and honorably. That was the spirit a true powerhouse should possess.
As for trash like this... "You deserve to decay." Tu Xin snorted coldly.
The Zerg Mother Empress did not mind. After all, she had stolen the fruits of another's labor and wisdom. How could he possibly treat her kindly? That was only human nature.
Yet Emperor Lord was broad-minded. She had stolen his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique and all sorts of martial arts, but he had accepted it calmly. It was clear that his magnanimity surpassed Tu Xin's by a level.
It was Emperor Lord's generosity that made both sides admire him despite being enemies. Such personal charisma was naturally formidable.
But they were thick-skinned, and said with utmost sincerity, "Your Excellency, we secretly learned your martial arts precisely to help you defeat this terrifying prehistoric existence!"
"To help me defeat Emperor Lord, you pretended to be dead