On the ground, everyone stared blankly at the sky.
Crazy...
Prince Guguang, indeed has gone mad.
Everyone’s faces were pale, enveloped by the nearly frenzied killing intent of the other side, oppressed to the point of struggling to breathe.
"Guguang, after all, is a prince of our region, his strength is only below the three great realm leaders and the three hundred mbers of the committee..."
"Yes, if it weren’t for his eccentric personality, a monster of his level would be fully qualified to be nominated to the committee."
The crowd kept discussing.
The kobold scientist sniffled,
"This gang mber who only knows how to fight is indeed still so stubborn. He’s lost sothing valuable, tears are welling up in his eyes, nearly crying, yet he still acts indifferent."
"That’s just how he is." A scientist looked up, revealing a knowing smile.
"Talkative, stubborn brute, but inwardly he’s very fragile and sensitive."
"Hahaha, the way he cries is so ugly, yet previously he mocked us for lacking ambition."
All the scientists gazed in awe at the battle in the sky, raising a huge protective shield in the laboratory to prevent getting caught in the aftermath of the battle.
Only the kobold scientist sighed inwardly, looking at the frenzied silhouette in the sky,
"This cosmos is too hopeless, who has co this far without a bunch of sses? Without a bit of a heartbreaking past?"
He silently lit a cigarette, a hint of world-weariness flashing through his eyes as he exhaled rings of smoke,
"In this era of oppression and despair, if one doesn’t have psychological issues, then they’re not normal."
Bang!
A punch landed hard on the God of rchants, but sothing important of his also vanished along with it.
mories flashed by.
A tall, silent man with a lancholic look sat quietly stacking blocks in a room, "Guguang, what kind of person do you want to beco?"
"I want to change this cosmos."
"Then co help perfect the Eighth Realm Tao Spirit frawork."
"Okay..."
The light faded away.
Prince Guguang’s actions didn’t halt due to loss of mory. He took a step, a sword shone with a world-shaking radiance.
Boom!
This ti, the father disappeared.
A figure in his mind slowly dissipated, amidst the blast of cannon fire a gaunt man shielded him beneath.
"Oh Guguang, my child, you must grow up well."
Countless mories, countless dreams, countless life nodes, all lost one by one.
A sword slashed a cataclysmic rupture in the heavens and earth.
Dreams?
What are those?
A punch turned the world upside down.
Childhood?
Did I have one?
Playing with friends after school in the sunshine, can’t recall...
With every move, every attack, he lost a precious treasure.
Countless once invaluable thoughts filled with sorrow had beco a barrier protecting him in battle.
"Didn’t expect, my dreams would one day shield against enemies for ..." A hint of madness and sarcasm flickered in his eyes,
"Almost there, no one knows my body better than I do, having endured so much of you..."
"Today, I am going to slaughter the gods in the sky!"
With a step forward, a domineering, star-extinguishing force burst forth.
His every attack landed on the Daoist Body he knew so well.
Even though every attack demanded a price, each strike inflicted imnse damage.
As long as he dared to sacrifice, the God of Theft could be slain by this mortal.
"With the next move, my body will face collapse..."
A trace of worldliness and heaviness flickered in his eyes, "I have won."
Boom!
The last strike fell.
But the scene that left Prince Guguang stunned slowly unfolded.
As he calculated, the God of rchants was indeed defeated, yet...
"Had enough?"
The God of rchants, though severely damaged, wore a look of complete indifference, "You must know, I am the wealthiest existence in the entire World of Gods."
With that, countless Gold Coins from his savings flew out.
"With money, you can make the ghost speak to the god."
A large number of Gold Coins flew from his body, able to heal wounds, explaining why the Pure Yang True Immortal is so resilient.
As long as his savings aren’t exhausted, he can always use the money in his storage to reverse his injuries and restore his body.
"This is..."
"This is..."
"Impossible."
In the next mont, the minds of the scientists below went blank.
The God of rchants used his stored Gold Coins to restore himself to an unscathed state; the scene was far too shocking, exceeding everyone’s imagination present.
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