Duanmu Huai slowly walked forward, watching the enemy before him as he felt the blood throughout his body begin to boil.
He liked fighting, but he liked tormenting his enemies even more. Destruction, slaughter, death—all of it filled Duanmu Huai with joy from the bottom of his heart. As the God of Destruction, every act of destruction and slaughter brought Duanmu Huai indescribable pleasure and delight.
Hmm, especially when it came to a man like the one before him, with yellow hair, the face of a Customs Shop gigolo, and an inflated sense of his own importance—So what if you're handsome? You still got smashed into this sorry state by me!
Can handsome looks feed you?!
What use is being handsome?!
Smashing you to death would only take me one hammer blow, wouldn't it?!
Well, that was a fact. It definitely wasn't the jealousy of a man with only three points of Charm.
"Whew..."
Duanmu Huai let out a long breath, dragged his warhammer behind him, and slowly walked toward Raiser. The Phoenix talent was truly formidable. Although Duanmu Huai had held back, that hammer blow should have been enough to crush his internal organs. Yet Raiser had already begun staggering to his feet, staring at Duanmu Huai in terror. He tried to retreat, only to trip over the rubble behind him and fall to the ground.
"No, don't come any closer!!"
Staring in terror at the silent Iron Warrior walking toward him like the Grim Reaper, Raiser was utterly terrified. He had never imagined that one day he would experience such fear—not fear of death, because he now knew that there were things in this world even more terrifying than death!
"Don't come any closer, aaaaaah!!!"
Seeing Duanmu Huai advance again, Raiser's reason completely collapsed. He shouted and raised