Double Repayment

After listening to Ding Moluo's death declaration, brimming with madness and bloodlust, Ye Chen stood motionless where he was. His gaze was calm as still water as he slowly spoke:

"Just as I thought."

"No matter what you went through in the past, no matter what identity you once had."

"Right now, you are nothing more than an unreasonable madman."

At those words, the smile on Ding Moluo's face turned even more wanton.

"Heh, boys who have never touched 'reality' sure do talk tough! I'm a madman just because I know more than you? Don't make me laugh myself to death!"

Ye Chen responded in an icy tone:

"No, I don't care what this 'reality' you speak of actually is. It's just that the sight of you—playing the victim and endlessly prattling on, blaming heaven and earth, while at the same time taking pleasure in slaughter and treating the sins covering your body as some kind of mission—is truly disgusting to me from the bottom of my heart."

"Ding Moluo, I have to admit that your past and background did exceed my expectations for a time. Compared to the other Clowns, you truly are different."

"But at the same time, you are far filthier, far more vile, far more nauseating than those pieces of trash—and far more deserving of being cut into a thousand pieces."

Ding Moluo threw back his head and laughed wildly, his expression arrogant.

"Hahahaha! You sure know how to talk, kid! Since that's the case, what do you plan to do about it?"

Ye Chen no longer restrained his aura, allowing the towering killing intent that had long been suppressed in his heart to sweep outward. In an instant, his entire body erupted with a dazzling crimson radiance, like an envoy draped in blood who had