"You..."
He raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhaoxue.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Only fanaticism.
A madness even more frenzied than before, a near-demonic obsession.
"You broke my Chaos Star Chart..."
He bared his teeth, and the few remaining Bone Spikes knocked against one another with dry, clicking cracks.
"You actually... used one spear strike... to break my Chaos Star Chart..."
"Ha... Hahaha... Hahahahaha..."
He suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
His laughter echoed above the arena, hoarse and shrill, like iron sheets scraping again and again over gravel.
"I've never met anyone like you in my life."
"Do you know? That Chaos Star Chart of mine just now once trapped three top prodigies at the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm to death."
"Every one of them struggled in my Chaos Void for at least half an hour before the power of Chaos slowly ground away their vitality, turning them into one dried-out husk after another."
"But you..."
He pointed at Zhao Zhaoxue.
"You only used one spear strike."
"One spear strike."
His voice began to tremble.
That trembling held excitement, exhilaration, and a sickly shudder that was almost infatuated.
"I've lived for six thousand years and gnawed on so many bones, but never has a single bone made me feel this damn good."
"You're so strong."
"You're so beautiful."
"You pierced through my Chaos Star Chart with one spear strike. You turned all my pride into fucking garbage."
"I..."
He slowly rose to his feet. His legs trembled faintly, the black skin over his knees covered in cracks, dark green slime seeping from them.
"I only have one thought now."
He raised his face, his two differently colored pupils locking onto Zhao Zhaoxue.
"I want to perish together with you."
As those four words left