Lin Ming repeated himself, his tone serious and his gaze clear, as though he were stating the most ordinary fact in the world.
"The Fire Phoenix Empire has too few experts. Kill a few, and there are none left. That is not enough for me, not satisfying enough. You have more people here, more territory, and experts everywhere. I can kill to my heart's content without worrying that there will soon be no one left to kill."
Hearing this utterly bizarre reason, Tuoba Lie nearly laughed in anger again, the corners of his mouth twitching.
He had lived for so many years and fought across the Star Sea. He had seen countless geniuses: some greedy for wealth, some lustful, some pursuing power, some obsessed with cultivation, some driven by beauty, and some by vengeance. But he had never seen anyone choose an enemy because they were "more durable to kill"!
What kind of logic was that? Did this brat take himself for a whetstone and war for a game?
Just as Tuoba Lie's composure was thrown off by Lin Ming's shocking words and he did not know how to respond, a weak yet bitter and unwilling voice came from not far behind him.
"Cough, cough... General... stop wasting words on him... Since they dared to launch a sneak attack... then make sure they never leave! Today, we will let them know that the Sirius Empire's dignity cannot be violated!"
The Second Layer of the Tenth Tier deputy general, who had previously been heavily wounded by a single spear strike from Lin Ming and lay dying amid the ruins, actually struggled to his feet.
He had swallowed a precious healing pill. Though his face was still pale as paper, his aura had stabilized considerably. Hatred and madness flickered in his eyes