The former self was the village's hope, but when he returned home for a visit, he killed Lin Yuan on a whim. In this world, human life is truly as worthless as wild grass.
Lin Yuan reexamined Duan Yong in front of him, seeing the other's trembling, pitiable appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, he could kill with a wave of his hand.
And in this world, how many people could be wiped out by a mere wave of his hand?
How many people could doom him with just a single thought?
Deep in his heart, Lin Yuan kept shouting, "My fate must be controlled by me!"
Now he wanted to control his own destiny. He didn't want to let someone else decide his future; he had to take control of it himself.
Since that's the case.
Lin Yuan's gaze filled with killing intent. Suddenly, his right palm dropped downwards, aiming at Duan Yong's forehead.
Duan Yong only felt an overwhelming shadow suddenly appear. His vision went black, and his consciousness instantly plunged into darkness.
