"Heavens, and he still expects someone to cover this up for him! Heh heh, old Mitch must be nursing a headache over how to steal back the spotlight now."
The Blood Demon paced back and forth inside the private room, his pace varying unpredictably, perhaps reflecting his thoughts. "Troubled times, troubled times... Your Majesty, what do you think?"
"The body and speech follow the transformations of the mind; skillful means create expedient karma."
"Huh?"
"One attains equal wisdom toward all dharmas, perceives the thoughts and conduct of all sentient beings, and knows all defilement and purity exactly as they are..."
"Could you speak like a normal person?"
The Martial Emperor smiled good-naturedly. "He's becoming increasingly professional."
"A professional con man?"
The Blood Demon mocked him, but from that remark, it was clear that he actually understood what the Martial Emperor meant.
It meant that Ronan was no longer like before, saying lofty, cutting-edge things that normal people found nearly impossible to understand. Instead, through "skillful means," he had directly struck at the points his targets cared about most and the vulnerabilities they feared most.
It sounded simple enough, but as the Martial Emperor had said, truly achieving it required immense supernatural power. In this regard, Ronan had taken a shortcut by targeting Life and Death in his observation of human hearts—after all, who wasn't afraid of death? Yet to create such an effect, the power he had displayed had genuinely surpassed everyone's imagination.
The Blood Demon imagined placing himself against Ronan... He did not think for long before feeling as though his scalp were about to explode.
"Maybe launching a nuclear warhead this way right now... no, at Slope City, would be the fastest solution."
Zhang Yingying glared at him.
Yet the Martial Emperor nodded in agreement. "Insightful. Yingying, make