Ji Qiankun had his eyes closed, motionless, as if he were already dead.
But everyone knew he wasn't dead; it's just that from now on, he could no longer face anyone.
Ning Chong floated, seemingly adrift.
He felt as if he were in a dream, a wonderful feeling.
That sensation of controlling someone else's life, that god-like dominion. He was so powerful now, no longer needing to bow to anyone, only having others submit to him.
Ji Qiankun? A mere servant, what's there to mention? Next is...
Ning Chong's mouth curled up, revealing a somewhat cold smile.
This expression, brimming with superiority, was once seen on Ji Qiankun, and now it was his turn.
"You people, truly are foolish." Ning Chong looked at the Divine Platform, "Unable to differentiate the real from the fake, fooled round and round by an imposter, truly disappointing me to no end."
Listerning to him, everyone couldn't help but shudder, feeling like lambs waiting for slaughter in his eyes.
