"You think this can kill me?" The Sun King's expression remained calm, but fury surged within him.
It was the fury of someone who had trusted a friend completely, only to be ruthlessly deceived.
The Sun King had thought he had seen through this brat. He had believed the brat still had trump cards, but surely not many. So long as he remained cautious, he could take him down. The Sun King had thought that after paying a certain price, he could claim total victory—standing high above his fallen enemy's corpse, perhaps sighing over how hard-won the battle had been, or marveling that such a troublesome opponent came only once in a thousand years... But now, victory was no longer the issue. What Yue Titan was doing was not merely stubborn resistance. This brat wanted to kill him—wanted to kill him!
The humiliation of being deceived and maliciously provoked erupted from the depths of his heart.
Well, well. You brat are arrogant enough!
You want to kill me, the Sun King?
You are not qualified!
The Sun King drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart. He snorted. "Even if the Conquest Queen herself came, she still couldn't kill me. I am no longer that coward who fled before battle ten thousand years ago! I am the Sun King of the Sun God Palace!"
Yue Yang said nothing. He gently wiped away the two vivid trails of blood flowing from Little Wenli's eyes.
He gently kissed the little darling's tiny face, slightly pale from excessive exhaustion.
The Sun King clenched his fists tightly. "No matter what tricks you have, you will certainly die, because the gap between you and me is far too great!"
A divine, resplendent radiance erupted from his body.
Even if it meant consuming