"Oh, if it isn't my Admiral Shendu?"
Chen Hao's lips curled into an amused smile. His voice echoed through the Temple, carrying a barely perceptible hint of mockery and amusement.
"What, we haven't seen each other in so long, and you bring me two 'guests' the moment you arrive? Are they gifts for me?"
"Admiral? A human who elevated himself through the Book of Ages is worthy of calling himself my lord?"
"It seemed that false memories and power had already immersed you so deeply that you had completely forgotten the cruelty of reality."
"You're going to die, Chen Hao."
Shendu snorted coldly, his tone filled with disdain.
Chen Hao's smile grew even brighter, his eyes gleaming with amusement and the light of wisdom, as though everything was firmly under his control.
He gently shook his head. His voice drifted melodiously through the Temple, carrying a faint trace of mockery and teasing.
"What is it, Shendu? You seem dissatisfied with my attitude. But don't forget, whether it comes from the Book of Ages or some other means, power is power. What exists is justified."
"And you seem to still be immersed in your understanding of yourself, having forgotten the essence of power."
He slowly rose to his feet, his deep gaze fixed on Shendu, with a faint hint of pity in his tone.
"You said I'm going to die? What an interesting joke."
"What gave you that kind of confidence?"
"Him?"
"Or him?"
Chen Hao pointed at Ying Zheng, then at Bai Xuan.
"In this world that belongs to me, even death is merely a part of my power."
"But you, Shendu—are you ready to face your own end?"
Chen Hao's words carried a sense of transcendence and confidence, as though he had already surpassed the constraints of life and