Last words?
As he watched the desperately fleeing insect-brain celestial body, another hundred pairs of ghostly green lights emerged all around it.
At this moment, Mu Fan felt neither sorrow nor joy, his eyes indifferent.
Indifferent to his enemy's life, and equally indifferent to his own...
Disregard!
Yuan had not been wrong about one thing.
What was imprinted in their bloodline was the glory passed down through generations of their race.
The Asura Lineage would only die in battle; they would never surrender.
Naturally, he had no objection to Yuan's words.
Mu Fan did not even need to think. His raised eyes were utterly composed, and his voice rang out word by word like thunder shaking the heavens.
"The boiling blood flowing through my veins tells me that the fate of the Asura race holds only survival and death."
"Last words are for the weak and cowardly."
"My life is right here. If you want it, come take it!"
His blood-red Asura eyes fixed upon Galo as blood flames surged savagely around his entire body!
This was both Mu Fan's will and the will of the Asuras.
An Asura, bearing the name of its race, had been an Asura Domain Lord from the day it was born.
And Galo was, at most, the Asura Dark Realm Lord.
Their statuses had been destined from the day they were born.
The pride of blood engraved into the soul made it impossible for an Asura to bow its head before Galo!
And the words Mu Fan spoke finally piqued Yuan's interest.
"Oh?"
A pitch-black cloak manifested gently behind Galo, fluttering lightly beneath the endless cosmic wind.
Yuan's gaze passed through Galo's equally blood-deep eyes and looked upon the enemy fated to oppose him for life.
Their grudge, accumulated over many years, could