"This god will kill you!"
The Space Dragon King's roar echoed throughout the entire Subspace, scattering the gray mist in every direction.
Emerald Dragon Breath brewed within its enormous maw.
Amid the deafening roar, Bone Douluo's laughter suddenly rang out.
"HAHAHA!"
"I won the bet."
“You really were as ambitious as the heavens themselves, looking down even on a God’s inheritance!”
Bone Douluo's voice carried blood and hatred, along with a trace of nearly mad exhilaration.
"Wasn't this what you wanted?"
"You do understand me."
Jiang Ming looked at Bone Douluo with a faint, unreadable smile.
"I looked into it."
"Back when you cursed Yu Xiaogang at Nuoding Academy, what you said was almost exactly the same as what you're saying now. It's just that..."
Bone Douluo stared at Jiang Ming, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.
"It's just that I've already accomplished everything I said back then."
"I haven't fully mastered higher-dimensional Spatial Ability yet."
Jiang Ming added calmly.
"You have no chance left."
"A god will kill you and cut off every path to survival!"
"The great enmity of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be avenged today as well!"
"Ning Fengzhi, Rongrong, you bitch."
"I've avenged you!"
The madness and delight in Bone Douluo's eyes nearly overflowed.
The Space Dragon King's long-prepared Dragon Breath erupted at that moment.
It was neither fire nor wind.
It was a transparent torrent that crushed cracks into the space along its path.
Subspace had already been unstable, and now it resembled an ice sheet struck by a heavy hammer, cracks spreading outward in a spiderweb pattern.
Fine fragments of space churned along the edges of every fissure.
Like countless shattered mirrors, they reflected the distorted images of Jiang Ming and Bone Douluo.
"Whether I have a chance isn't for you