The sea of nearly five thousand people toppled like dominoes. As Sun Yuan watched the scene unfold before him, his spiritual world surged, and he felt as though he were about to ascend to Heaven.
Look!
This was his kingdom!
He was its one and only king!
Sure enough, a person could lack anything, but never power and strength!
The weak would never know true happiness, because the happiness of the strong was something the weak could not even imagine.
Sun Yuan was intoxicated.
At the same time, even greater visions rose in his heart.
This was only five thousand people. If it were fifty million, or even five billion—an entire world, or countless worlds, every living thing, even the universe itself, kneeling before his throne—how great would that joy be then?!
But suddenly, an exceedingly jarring figure appeared amid the crowd. Like a nail, that person stood utterly out of place among the kneeling masses.
This unexpected change instantly shattered Sun Yuan's delight, replacing it with raging fury!
Why?!
How could anyone dare?!
How could an ant dare defy his will?!
Die!
This person had to die!
Even after death, Sun Yuan would extract his spirit and torture it viciously!
Torture it until it scattered into ash and smoke!
Then Sun Yuan recognized him. It was Zhao Cheng from his class, someone especially good at putting on airs, always pretending to be detached from the world and beyond all things, never understanding Sun Yuan's suffering. Heh, disgusting.
And that morning, Zhao Cheng had not feared him at all. To avoid alerting Zhao Cheng, Sun Yuan had even forced a smile before him. That only added another crime to his list. He deserved death all the more.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
He would kill him—right now!
For every extra second Zhao