There was a limit to what the word genius could cover. However, Weder knew within his very eyes that reflected the image of the young man in front of him, that the word could not explain the latter's talent.
(This monster!) shouted Weder inside his mind. He had considered himself to be an old monster, but the young man in front of him was something different entirely. It would be one thing if he was older than him but the latter's cultivation proves otherwise. Not even heaven would allow such a being to exist else the unbalance in the world would have toppled, yet here he was.
"It seems like killing you would mean a favor for heaven themselves," said Weder before he clenched his fists to bulging veins. The wall of rock that restrained him immediately exploded out before he hovered in the air.
