Watching Wang Hao speak with such eloquence, Zhang Zhen said calmly, "You seem very certain that Sir isn't dead."
"Not certain. I simply hope even more than you do that Chen Changsheng isn't dead!"
Wang Hao turned to Zhang Zhen and said, "You don't want Chen Changsheng dead because of personal feelings."
"I don't want Chen Changsheng dead because the world would be terribly dull without him."
As he spoke, Wang Hao pointed at the boundless sea of blood and said, "Half the credit for my being able to create this boundless sea of blood belongs to Chen Changsheng."
"If there were no Chen Changsheng in this world, who else could understand me, Wang Hao?"
Hearing this, Zhang Zhen said coldly, "Since you admire Sir so much, why didn't you fight shoulder to shoulder with him?"
"Admiring him doesn't mean I have to fight alongside him. Sometimes, letting him die is also a form of respect."
"Chen Changsheng and I walk different paths. That is something destined to never change."
"But setting aside our respective choices of path, he and I cherish heroes and respect heroes."
"Because he and I are both intelligent people who are not swayed by emotion. Beyond that, he, like me, loves studying strange arts and ingenious tricks."
"To put it more plainly, he and I are two exactly identical people. The only difference is that he was born in the light, while I was born in the darkness."
Looking at the smile on Wang Hao's face, Zhang Zhen said calmly, "True enough. Without Sir as your opponent, someone like you would probably die of boredom."
"But do you have proof that Sir is still alive?"
"The self-destruction of that avatar is merely your conjecture."
Facing Zhang Zhen's doubts, Wang Hao grinned. "I can't produce any