Hearing Zu Yuan say in such a sincere tone that he was this world's savior, Chen Changsheng could not help wanting to laugh.
No, he was already laughing.
He laughed madly, laughed bitterly, laughed until he felt his innards twisting together.
What a colossal joke!
Chen Changsheng stared at Zu Yuan with a hint of madness, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, leaving Zu Yuan utterly bewildered.
When Zhuyin told Zu Yuan that he was this world's savior, Zu Yuan had believed it without a shadow of doubt. Yet when Zu Yuan shared such a tremendous secret with Chen Changsheng, Chen Changsheng reacted as though he had heard something hilarious.
And as Chen Changsheng laughed wildly, tears streamed from his eyes.
A fiend who would unleash a great calamity upon two worlds in the future, slaughtering almost the entire Cultivation World, actually kept insisting that he was the savior?
He had killed countless trillions of living beings, yet claimed to be those countless trillions' savior?
Could anything be more ironic than that?
During the apocalypse, the Devil Race, led by Zu Yuan, had invaded the Cultivation World and slaughtered almost every living being in it with utterly overwhelming might.
The blood shed by all those living beings had nearly stained the sky blood-red.
Heaps of corpses towered like mountain peaks.
Shattered mountains and rivers, withered grass and trees.
The fiend who had brought about that apocalyptic future was now standing here, insisting to him that he was this world's savior!
"Hahaha! Cough, cough, cough! Haha!" Chen Changsheng waved a hand at Zu Yuan, motioning for him to come closer.
Crouching before Chen Changsheng, Zu Yuan leaned closer in bewilderment.
Smack!
A resounding slap struck Zu Yuan's face. Before he could react, a dark figure lunged straight at him.
Chen