Aoliu lay at the bottom of the pit and spat out blood. He stared at Wang Qi, a smile still hanging on his face. "Hahahaha... the hypocrisy of humanity. You bastard... hahahaha, you were clearly having a great time beating me just now—ugh!"
Before Aoliu could finish, Wang Qi planted a foot on his face. "Tell me, aside from possibly having a longer lifespan than me right now, where exactly are you better than me? In knowledge, we've compared more than once, and I crushed you. In combat strength, you're still being stepped on by me. Even in divine path, I won just now. What exactly supports you, letting you swagger in front of me? I'm very curious!"
Aoliu made a few muffled sounds beneath Wang Qi's shoe. Wang Qi moved his foot away, and Aoliu immediately shrieked, "You would never understand our pride!"
Wang Qi once again stepped on his mouth. "I really don't understand this sort of pride of yours—pride that still has to act tough even after getting yourself killed by your own stupidity. Dying for the greater good, or living for a dream, I think either one gives you the right to act proud..."
The moment those words left his mouth, Wang Qi felt a tremendous force beneath his foot. Aoliu rolled over and actually shoved Wang Qi's foot away with his face. "Who did you say died? What did you say died?"
He was severely wounded, and even his thigh bone had been smashed apart by Wang Qi. Naturally, he could not stand. Yet he crouched on all fours like a wild beast, his arms drawn tight, baring his fangs, as though he would rush over and bite Wang Qi to death if Wang Qi said one more word.
At last, a trace of pity