Humph!
When it comes to benevolence, whether it's my Heaven's Commencement Institute or Rebirth, we've never been inferior to others.
In the midst of the terrifying tremors, successfully turning Mr. Feng Sr. into an even finer mist of blood, Fu Qian felt no pride, considering it a routine operation.
As for the unconventional?
The ground seems a bit too hard.
Observing Nepheli's corpse, the only one still retaining some form, Fu Qian's gaze quickly fell to the ground below.
The normally unbearable force of a High Tier Transcendent's stomp only shattered a layer of floor coating, revealing flawless black beneath.
As various remnants were being absorbed into it, the blackness rapidly spread, becoming omnipresent in the blink of an eye.
And the newborn Nepheli was carrying had already crawled in before this, the crying never ceasing.
The only comfort might be that it perfectly merged into those elusive cries.
