Swish.
Fu Qing opened the paper fan in his hand and said lightly, "I'll do it."
The ancient scholar paced forward, leaving Liu Di only with the back of a lone, fearless figure.
In that instant.
Liu Di was startled. Fu Qing's aura abruptly changed, and distorted space emerged around his body like steam.
Liu Di narrowed his eyes.
This guy.
His eighth-dimensional ability had been quietly recovering all along. Who knew what level it had recovered to by now, yet he had been pretending to be weak at Liu Di's side.
If Du Jue had not appeared, would he have kept pretending?
What the hell was he hiding?
Fu Qing stood ahead, utterly carefree, gently waving his paper fan. "Du Jue, you and I, Fu Qing, are true mortal enemies. Don't think I don't know that after my body shattered and I lost my abilities, you used that time to wipe out ninety percent of my people! You! Have enraged me!"
As Fu Qing spoke the final sentence, the trembling space seemed to carry his voice, making it resound across the heavens in an instant, filled with inviolable majesty.
Liu Di's eyes lit up.
Fu Qing, King of the Insectoid Race, seemed to have returned.
"Although my injuries have yet to heal."
Fu Qing slightly raised his head, his brows furrowing as he gave the Black Phoenix in the sky a sidelong glance. "But! I have a young friend who has just entered the eighth dimension. Do you dare play a game with him? And I shall watch from the side—you may simply pretend I do not exist!"
Then.
Fu Qing slid sideways.
Revealing Liu Di behind him, whose face was full of astonishment.
Fu Qing tossed his head. "Liu Di, go."
"..."
"Fuck."
Liu Di looked at the