Blood flowed down the cracks of the stone tiles.
Mauser struggled to stand up from the rubble as he was looked down at by Golden King.
Half of his face turned red because of the blood on his forehead. He couldn't stop gasping.
Mauser said with difficulty, "You are still the same. Teacher, you are impatient when something goes wrong."
Golden King snorted coldly. "At the beginning, I thought you didn't have good intentions, but it's a pity that you have such a good talent, so I accept you as my tutor, apprentice.
I didn't expect you to be a rebel after only one year's learning. Now, look at you. What do you look like?
What you were more than 20 years ago is similar to now. Your strength has almost not increased. It is a reckless waste of such a good talent.
If you had been with me all the time, you might have become a new holy god now."
"Talent?"