"I am the King of the Titan Insectoid Race."
"I command billions of subjects."
"Yet I have lost my body."
Fu Qing closed his paper fan. An inkstone and an ink pillar floated from his sleeve, suspended in midair as the ink pillar slowly rotated.
He fixed Liu Di with an icy stare.
His teeth clenched with grinding creaks, concealing intense fury.
"I am the King of the Titan Insectoid Race."
"I once roamed the universe unchecked."
"Yet I have lost my body."
"But."
Fu Qing suddenly turned and faced The Watcher. His writing-covered paper fan snapped open as he said coldly, "How could I possibly be controlled by a vile, insignificant creature like you?"
Fu Qing's aura erupted as he declared, "The Watcher, have you ever been an Emperor? You devoured every member of your race on your entire planet. Those organs hanging from your body are the remains of your own people!"
"You are the only one left, and that makes you an Emperor?"
"Do you understand what an Emperor is?"
"You don't!"
"You are unworthy!"
"Today, I, Fu Qing, will tell you this: an Emperor cannot be controlled, cannot be threatened, and cannot be looked down upon!"
"An Emperor does only what his heart desires!"
"You say torturing Liu Di will restore my body?"
"This King disdains it!"
Fu Qing's eyes instantly turned blood-red as he stared fixedly at The Watcher. The skin at the corners of his eyes seemed to crack apart, forming ravines that emitted black smoke!
The next moment.
Fu Qing charged forward. Though he was still imprisoned within Wang Chong's body, his eighth-dimensional abilities had long surpassed their former peak. A blue phantom appeared behind him, seemingly formed from virtual space—it was unmistakably the outline of the vast body of the King of