The so-called Royal Clan, in the eyes of the Paper Knight, were no different from the many geniuses.
After all, they were all crushed... by the destiny of redemption.
If one couldn't defeat it, one simply wasn't qualified to meet the Master,
to witness the truth!
Upon hearing this, Crossing Disaster Grand Jupiter was stunned. His body, pierced by the Doomsday Riding Spear, became even more tattered, constantly shedding fragments, as he laughed wildly:
"Interesting, how utterly fascinating!"
"You're even more arrogant than I, who toys with destiny, Gary Smith, you and your Pet Beasts are really making me happier and happier."
"What're you putting on airs for, if you're breached, you're breached. Your mental defenses are really easy to break through, tsk..." Gary Smith's voice rang out, leaning on the Seat of the Fool, he said pityingly, "Just like your strength."
Lies do not harm people, the truth is the swift blade!
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