Xia Ruize raised a palm to cover his mouth, yet his eyes widened with a trace of amusement. The way he clamped his mouth shut seemed both provocative and like a drastic change in temperament brought on by extreme madness.
I furrowed my brow, slightly raised my head, and sneered. "Xia Ruize, take a look at yourself. What do you look like now? Do you look like a person? I don't think so. You really do look like a demon. Do you still remember that you have a beautiful wife and a pair of children at home? If they saw you like this, what would they think?"
"What would they think? I've already died once. What could I possibly think? Demon? Human? Immortal? Is there any difference? He killed me, you killed me—is there any difference? He wanted to kill me, and you didn't save me—is that any different from killing me? One day, big brother finally saw the light. I truly saw it all clearly. Without strength, you die. The more miserable the death, the more miserable it is. If dignity were useful, there would have been no need to create the word 'humiliation'..." Xia Ruize's fingers on his other hand curled into claws, and they made a series of clicking sounds as he moved them.
This fellow had gone mad—or was hovering somewhere between lucidity and madness!
A trace of deep blue glimmered in Li Poxiao's eyes as he said calmly, "If we keep him alive, he'll inevitably become a calamity. One day, if the chaos within the Nine Heavens remains unresolved, how can we face the outside world?"
"If each of you handed over the power in your hands, everything would be peaceful again. That is the internal chaos. As for dealing with the outside world, you