"This is what you want. You are an emperor; you only need to be merciless, you only need subordinates who are blindly loyal to you…" A voice full of temptation filled Zence Matten's head.
"No… no… I don't want this anymore…" Zence Matten shook his head and shouted, "No! I don't want this. I… I… I need friends! I don't need puppets… I need friends… friends…"
Boom! Zence Matten's mind shook, and the beautiful world in his mind collapsed. He returned to the quiet forest, and many fallen angels were flying in the air and singing the mysterious song that pulled people into fantasies of their own making. Right now, Qian Jin and others were calm and had smiles on their faces.
"No! Qian Jin isn't this weak!" Fanta Kunge suddenly roared and woke up from his peaceful mood. He glanced around in curiosity while still shouted, "I want to defeat bloodline warriors, but Qian Jin won't be easily defeated by me, and he won't kneel and beg for mercy even if he loses…"
