Star God lay on the ground, covered in blood, his gaze unfocused. Lin Ming's words were like barbed spikes, stabbing deep into his heart. Every sentence was like a heavy hammer striking his once-unshakable confidence.
He remained silent for a long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze, with only the wind howling past his ears.
Then he suddenly laughed, his laughter carrying an indescribable meaning—half self-mockery, half relief.
"Heh heh heh... Hahaha."
"Perhaps... you're right." Star God's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a clarity he had never possessed before.
"I really am afraid of failure. From childhood to now, I had never lost. My family gave me the best resources, the best teachers, and the best weapons. I thought it was all only natural. Not until today did I realize that my so-called pride was nothing but a castle in the air built upon my family's protection."
He slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Ming. There was an unprecedented determination in his eyes, as though something had ignited within him at that moment.
"I lost, but... next time, I won't lose again."
Lin Ming's expression darkened slightly. He could tell that Star God was not merely boasting. He had truly gained insight.
This man's talent was indeed terrifying. A single crushing defeat had allowed him to touch upon an opportunity for breakthrough, like a blunt blade being sharpened to an edge.
If he were allowed to return alive, then with his talent and the resources behind him, it would not take long for him to make a comeback. By then, he would definitely become a huge problem.
He had to die.
Lin Ming did not hesitate. The Asura Divine Spear in his hand thrust forward, aimed straight for Star God's throat!
This strike was