The God King was very perceptive; the Lord of Hatred felt that the malice he sensed sharply came from Lin Zhen.
When he had been initially pinned underneath the mountain, the Lord of Hatred had wanted to kill Lin Zhen. Both parties had been filled with spite at that time. But as years have gone by, almost two thousand in fact, the original intent had long since worn away.
The Lord of Hatred even believed he might be forever crushed under this pressure. In such a situation, having Lin Zhen to converse with was considered a luxury. Otherwise, he might have gone mad alone in the abyss of time.
But now unexpectedly, Lin Zhen wanted to kill him, an act simply unforgivable.
"Ghost Face King, you better save your effort. You cannot even recover your body here. What can you do to me? Are you planning to drown me with that little liquid of yours? Ha ha ha… Stop daydreaming."
