"Know you're about to die, so you start to surrender?" The Master of the End laughed.
"Not at all," Shen Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed along: "Sacrificing the woman who trusts me the most to Destruction in order to gain power, indeed, it is immensely strong."
"It's my first time seeing someone living so cowardly."
"Thus, a bit surprised."
The surroundings fell silent.
A crazed, violent aura quietly emerged, permeating the air.
"You knew?"
The Master of the End asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, it's quite obvious—"
"You possess the blessing of Destruction's Strength, yet still covet my Blade Technique and Dharma Aspect, doesn't that imply you acknowledge you need more accumulation?"
As Shen Ye spoke, golden sand flickered in his eyes, looking up at his opponent's head.
Above the Master of the End's head, a Fate entry hovered immobile:
"Wife-Eater."
