"The taste of an Evil God... how I've missed it."
The glow faded, revealing the gray-robed old man once more. Though he still looked old and exhausted, he seemed far more invigorated than before.
"Unfortunately, you're too weak. So weak that even giving it your all couldn't satisfy me." Du Jingzhe licked his shriveled lips, his gaze dark and mocking. Not a trace of his earlier sorrow remained.
"You old bastard! How dare you trick me!" Rotting Hand was furious enough to rush over and beat him senseless, but ultimately, he dared not act rashly.
Seeing the out-of-control half of Du Jingzhe's flesh still writhing, he knew his opponent had yet to recover completely.
His rage turned into laughter. "You'll pay for what you've done. I'll slaughter everyone in the Federation!!
Hahaha..."
Faced with his wild laughter, Du Jingzhe sneered coldly, utterly unmoved.
"Go on, kill them all. Even if you don't, I'll do it myself once I've recovered!
What use is a bunch of trash who can't even protect the Federation!!?
What does it matter if everyone in the Federation dies? As long as I exist, so does the Federation!!"
"You..." Rotting Hand recoiled at Du Jingzhe's sudden eruption of power.
His eyes flickered repeatedly. "Stop bluffing, you old bastard. I don't believe you don't care about the Federation!
When they died so horribly before your eyes just now, your heart was bleeding the whole time, wasn't it?"
Rotting Hand believed he had seen through Du Jingzhe's scheme.
But a moment later, Du Jingzhe suddenly chuckled. Then his smile vanished, his expression abruptly turned sorrowful and forlorn, and his back hunched a little.
"Like this?"
That effortless change of expression made Rotting Hand's face fall instantly, sending chills down his spine.
Whether in strength, cunning, or acting, Du Jingzhe