"You're dead! You're dead!!" the Prophet roared hysterically, his face twisted like an evil spirit's.
"When the great God of Fate descends, you'll pay for everything you've done!!!"
"Great? Just a Pseudo-God who cowers in a corner and fancies himself the player moving the pieces."
Bai Ye walked up to the Prophet's disintegrating head, an indescribably vast will surging in his black eyes.
"Go back and tell your god.
From today onward, I'll be the one moving the pieces on this board.
I just wonder... is he ready for me to turn the tables and toy with his fate?"
"You..." The Prophet's gaze trembled, his expression furious. He had never heard such outrageous words.
Before, Qin Mingshen had wanted to pit himself against the God of Fate, and the Prophet had thought that was the height of arrogance. Only after meeting Bai Ye today did he realize there was no limit to arrogance-someone could always take it further.
Toy with the God of Fate's fate? Was that even something a human could say?! Those words did not even belong together!
Never mind humans-even the other gods could never accomplish such a thing.
The Prophet's head vanished completely amid shock and fury.
An eerie, deathly silence fell over the pitch-black domain.
Behind Bai Ye, the gray-robed old man stared at his teacher's back in horror. All the secret little schemes buried in his heart evaporated at that moment.
Once, Du Jingzhe had believed that as long as he obtained the same eyes as his teacher, he could surpass him and never have to fear him again.
But now... he realized how terribly wrong he had been.
His teacher's strength had nothing to do with the Calamity Eye.
The reputation of the Divine Nine Eyes was so dazzling that it always gave