What a weak god The redârobed messenger lay on the ground, barely breathing When he heard this, his expression became uglier than ever.
He had gotten Josef to bring him the most potent drug from his lab. After consuming the drug, the messenger managed to expend his powers to their fullest potential.
Before this, the messenger did not know his cultivation could be so powerful. After consuming the drug, he ascended to the God Realm immediately.
Instantly, he had the world at his feet and was unlimited in his power. He quickly became intoxicated by this feeling.
He even suspected that he could collapse skyscrapers with a simple wave of his hand.
When he stood high up in a building and gazed down at the world, he truly believed that he was a god amongst men. Watching people go about their day seemed to him like observing the movement of ants.
When he murdered the ants in the building, he did not feel a single shred of emotion.
He was addicted to the feeling of power over his fellow men, of controlling their life and death.
Eventually, he began to think that his powers were unmatched by any other. He could slaughter armies all by himself. However, before he could fully experience this godâlike feeling, Haylan struck him down from heaven to the lowly depths of hell.
Worst of all, he thought he had reached the peak of cultivation and become a god!
He forgot that he relied on medicine to reach his peak. In Haylanâs eyes, he was so weak that it was pathetic.
This infuriated the messenger to no end.
He spat bitterly.
The redârobed messenger was so furious that he was practically fuming. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his chest heaving.
Simultaneously, he could feel a large amount of energy leave his body. The effects of the drug were waning.
Boom!
Haylan leaped down from the 28th floor. Just before he reached the ground, he grabbed hold of a steel bar to control his speed, landing steadily beside the redârobed messenger.
âYou, who are you?â The redârobed messenger stared at Haylan in disbelief.
With his background, the redârobed messenger prided himself on his worldliness and unrivaled power.
After ascending to the God Realm as a cultivator, he began to feel that he was invincible.
However, Haylan scared him more than the monsters and demons he encountered back where he came from!
How could there be such a powerful existence in the mortal world?
This was unbelievable!
Haylan looked down at the redârobed messenger coldly. âDonât you know my name?â
âIâm not asking for your name. Iâm asking for your identity. Who exactly are you?â The redârobed messenger stared at Haylan.
âIt doesnât matter who I am. You already know my identity. Youâve probably already investigated my backgroundâ âIâm more curious about who you are.â
Haylan stared at the redârobed messengerâs mask, his eyes filled with curiosity.
The material of this mask was the same as the secret door he had seen in Bernardâs office. They were both made of meteorite.
It was one of the mysterious substances that even his Godâs Eye could not see through. It was especially magical.
As soon as he finished speaking. Haylan stretched out his hand and grabbed the mask. He wanted to lift it and see who the redârobed messenger hiding under it was.
âAhh!â
As Haylan rugged at the mask, the messengerâs face twisted in agony as he bowled miserably Haylan exerted more force, but the redârobed messengers face only jerked forward along with the mask The mandles on the redârobed messengerâs face and neck were stretching, caning him extreme pain.
Haylan was stunned when he saw this scene The redârobed messengerâs face had actually fused with the mask There was no distinction between the two!
When Haylan pulled the mask, the redârobed messengerâs facial muscles would also contort.
If he pulled the mask open violently, the redârobed messengerâs facial muscles might be torn apart.
There was no way he could see the redârobed messengerâs face clearly How remarkable of you to treat yourself so cruelly, Haylan said grimly.
The redârobed messenger stared at Haylan with a cold and hateful gaze. âMy skills cannot hold a candle to yours. I admit defeatâ
Haylan Jaber, you will never get to see my faceâ
âEven though Iâve lost, I am at peace. Come on, kill me!
Although he had admitted defeat, the redârobed messengerâs voice was still cold and unyielding âDonât you remember what you did to my girlfriendâs mother? Killing you would be letting you off too lightly.â
Haylanâs gaze was cold as he said in a deep voice, âDo you know how unhappy my girlfriendâs childhood was because of you? Do you know how much hardship she encountered?â
âWhen you killed her mother, you even deigned to harm her younger brother tooâ
âSince you show so little regard for other peopleâs lives, I wonât treat you as a human either!â
With that, he gripped his sword tightly and swung it through the air.
The redârobed messengerâs left hand was instantly cut off at the shoulder, dripping with blood.
To his credit, the redârobed messenger was a man of honor. Even though he was sweating profusely from the pain and his pupils were trembling, he still gritted his teeth and did not speak.
âYouâre quite tough. Iâll give that to you. But donât think your actions made me change my mind at all,â Haylan said coldly.
Then, he swung his sword again and cut off the right leg of the redârobed messenger at his thigh.
By now, the redârobed messenger was in so much pain that his entire body was twitching. Blood flowed out uncontrollably, dyeing the ground red.
Still, he gritted his teeth and did not speak. However, his eyes were already bloodshot from the pain. He widened his eyes. and stared fixedly at Haylan.
Such eyes were truly shocking and incomparably terrifying However, Haylan didnât think much of it and said coldly, âYou killed my girlfriendâs mother and caused her brother to lie in the hospital for so longâ
âThe two strikes just now were your punishment.â
âThe next strike is your punishment for causing my fatherâinâlaw to travel to Nordica and be frozen in a snow cave.â
With that, he swung his sword and cut off the left thigh of the redârobed messenger.
âAhh!â
Here, the redârobed messenger could no longer control himself and let out several heartâwrenching screams.
His body was contorting from the intense pain, and he was drenched in sweat.
Thatâs not enough. Next, Iâll let you experience what itâs like to be in a vegetative state and unable to move, Haylan said frostily.
When the redârobed messenger heard this, his expression changed drastically.
With one arm and two legs missing, he still had one arm to move around. He wasnât desperate yet.
However, once he lost his last arm, he would become completely crippled. He would become a circus freak and live a life