Ma Ran's barrage of words struck Zi Ming senseless.
A self-righteous plaything?
A pitiful inferior product?
Not even qualified to serve as a substitute?
Zi Ming's gaze froze.
Was this guy hinting at something?
He really was a True Demon!
From the instant he was born, Zi Ming had known who he was and what mission he bore—born in the Main Universe, yet burdened with the duty of destroying the Main Universe.
Listening to what Ma Ran had said...
How was he unworthy of being a True Demon?
Zi Ming felt that Ma Ran was trying to trick him. He wanted to laugh, but for some reason, he could not make a sound. The smile he forced out only made him look awkward and stiff.
After casually throwing a few insulting remarks at Zi Ming, Ma Ran shifted his gaze and focused on Yue Sheng, aiming his blade at Yue Sheng, whose arms had been severed and who seemed to have completely lost his fighting ability.
Zi Ming, who had been utterly ignored as he stood nearby, began to question his entire existence.
He opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something, yet feeling as though a bone were lodged in his throat. His mind was a tangled mess, filled with countless thoughts that could neither be sorted nor unraveled.
"Phew..."
Zi Ming took Ma Ran's every word and action far too seriously. Just two offhand remarks from Ma Ran had completely thrown off the rhythm that should have belonged to him.
The more Ma Ran ignored him, the more conflicted Zi Ming became. His steadily overflowing curiosity tormented his soul.
Zi Ming looked toward Ma Ran and pressed him, "What exactly did you mean by what you said just now?!"
That bastard Ma Ran would rather focus all