Crushing a God to Death Is Easier Than Crushing an Ant

"Jiang Yuheng, what do you mean by this? Don't you care about the Spirit Pagoda's interests anymore?!" He Caitou's voice was clearly panicked.

Jiang Yuheng was exactly as the rumors described him. The calmer he was, the more likely he was to do something completely unexpected.

There was nothing wrong with that statement.

In fact, He Caitou felt that the description had been too narrow. This brat simply refused to play by the rules, and the decisiveness with which he acted was absolutely beyond what mere mortals like them could predict.

If Jiang Yuheng said he would destroy all of Mingdu, then he would destroy all of Mingdu.

He did what he said and kept his word! That was one of his few excellent qualities.

Jiang Yuheng pretended to be surprised. "Oh? You don't think so?"

"As long as we destroy Mingdu, none of the problems between us will be problems anymore. Our cooperation can naturally proceed smoothly."

"Or do you think my methods are too merciful? That merely massacring Mingdu isn't enough to make it worth the trouble?"

His tone was clearly gentle, but to He Caitou's ears, these words were no different from death warrants.

That was right. He never should have underestimated the people before him, much less threatened Jiang Yuheng with the entire city of Mingdu.

He Caitou had already heard about Jiang Yuheng back when he studied at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy.

A madman, a freak, and a monster all rolled into one—what good could possibly come of him?

"He Caitou, tell me now. If I destroy all of Mingdu and turn it into a city of ice and snow, do you have any better suggestions?"

Jiang Yuheng was not joking. His extremely placid black eyes had already turned a deep blue.