"Hahaha! Who in the Three Realms can still stop me?"
The roar thundered out of the Golden House, accompanied by a wretched scream. Everyone outside realized that Fang Ping had killed another Rank 9 Origin Realm martial artist—and was still acting so crazed. They were growing frightened. Had Fang Ping truly gone mad? Even the Earth Cave martial artists who had dealt with him the most felt their hearts tremble. Fang Ping was terrifying enough normally. Now that he had gone mad, who knew what he might do? No one could predict it.
Just then, Wang Jinyang emerged as well. The sight gave him a headache. Had Fang Ping absorbed too much and been affected by it? "Old Wang, Fang Ping... hasn't really gone mad, has he?"
"No. You all know what he's like. Just let him vent. He's been bottling up far too much lately. That fellow thinks he's something special. He wants to shoulder everything and bear all the pressure himself. With all these old fossils popping up lately, the pressure on him has only grown. And he can't just attack them outright, either. It's been driving him up the wall. Letting him vent now is a good thing. Otherwise, he really will go mad sooner or later."
Wang Jinyang sighed as he spoke. The pressure Fang Ping bore was beyond anyone else's understanding. Becoming the head of a department certainly brought benefits, but it brought even greater pressure—especially when every one of those old fossils regarded ordinary people as worthless weeds.
"What's the point of talking about this? We can't do anything about the rest. What we need to do now is kill. Just kill every enemy standing against the Human Race."
As Qin Fengqing spoke, he flew toward Fang Ping and slashed at a Rank 9