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His disdain was so natural.
As if all beings, besides Him, were not the same kind of creature, not on the same level of life.
Not even on the same scale of height.
In His long years, an immeasurable number of alien beings, god spirits, and alien gods had died by His hand.
His emotions had long since become numb, and the impressions of those who perished had all turned vague.
He only knew that whoever dared to create obstacles or trouble on the path before Him would be erased by Him.
No matter who it was.
Before He could awaken, the spiritual intelligence of another Him within the Human Race, and the events that transpired after encountering Pang Jian, compared to the countless profound memories in His endless years, were like a drop in the ocean.
Simply not worth mentioning.
Therefore, He didn't care about the life or death of Pang Jian.
Previously, He had been willing to spare Pang Jian, willing to let him live on, just to achieve His goals through Pang Jian.
