Cheng Shi's mouth twitched. He could only feel that the clown had once again become himself.
But he did not let this "blasphemer who had shown him disrespect" off the hook. Instead, he put on an affected cold smile and said:
"When I had yet to arrive, you performed chaos, but once I came, you restrained your true nature.
Zhen Xin?
What a fine name. A believer of Deception dares to call herself 'true-hearted,' yet who knows whether everything you have done today truly came from your heart?
This is not the stage of Nothingness. This is the birthplace of Chaos. To appear before the Lord of Disorder in an orderly manner, follower of Deception, are you blaspheming me?"
As he spoke, Cheng Shi drew close to Zhen Xin with overwhelming pressure.
He was only slightly taller than her, but the auras between them were as different as clouds and mud. Cheng Shi looked down from on high at the "blasphemer" before him, then gave three cold laughs and pronounced Zhen Xin's crime in a strange tone.
"Are you not afraid that I will execute you for blasphemy?"
Zhen Xin felt boundless pressure. She had never felt such oppression from any true god.
But she believed it might be because true gods disdained lowering themselves to argue with mortals, while demigods were much more "down-to-earth," which was why the scene before her had come about.
Yes, Zhen Xin was certain that the person before her was the sole Envoy of Chaos, a demigod of Chaos with a comical name—Lord Ultraman.
Throughout the long history of the Isle of Hope, traces of him had appeared more than once. Although the history concerning the Envoy of Chaos was extremely secretive, under the History School's all-out investigation, she, as its president, had still