The rules of this world seemed to have never been meant for him.
The continuous and subtle influence of the rules upheld by Irredeemable City over the years meant nothing to him.
Zhu Weiwo only paid attention to the long spear in his hands; he only followed his own set of rules.
Lian Heng tucked the red booklet into his chest, opened his sleepy eyes, looked at Zhu Weiwo, and chuckled softly, "What rules do you have?"
"Very simple," Zhu Weiwo said as he continued to walk forward without stopping for anyone, "I want to kill him. Whoever stops me, I kill."
He didn't say why he wanted to kill.
No talk of national feuds or personal enmities, no mention of stance or role.
Because as proud as he was, he didn't need to explain his reasons to anyone.
He only said he wanted to kill the man with the chicken bone face, and that alone was his entire reason.
"Defeating just a chicken-faced man makes you think you're invincible among those in the Ascending Dragon Realm?"
