Dark Meng Zhao's black qi surged violently at his words. His face twisted, his features warped into something savage, and inscrutable demonic patterns spread across him as he roared,
"All lies! Nothing but lies! I bear Heaven's mandate, my fortune reaches the heavens; disasters turn to blessings for me, and nothing can stymie me! Everything you have achieved, every position you hold today, came from stealing the Heaven's mandate that was meant to be mine! You are a thief—you do not deserve to call yourself strong.
You despicable wretch, get out of my body at once! Otherwise, I will tear your soul to shreds and ensure you can never be reborn!"
Dark Meng Zhao continually accused Meng Zhao, trying to shake his resolve with words, crush his will, and break the momentum of his invincibility. It could also be called a clash of minds.
Yet Meng Zhao merely gave a cold smile. Though his features were refined and handsome, his vital spirit pure and clear, he exuded a cruel, overbearing air that inspired dread and terror. He was clearly no kindhearted man.
"Wrong. From the moment I devoured your soul and memories, there has been only one master of this body: me.
Without me, you would have been nothing more than a beggar on the brink of death, unable to recognize a single word. What would you have used to defy fate and change your destiny?
A fool remains a fool. If you had any sense, you would have stayed hidden within this body and never appeared before me.
And now you think that, with the support of a wicked weapon's will, you are my match? Utterly laughable.
Fine. Today, I will settle you once and for all and eliminate the final hidden danger within this body."
As his words