章節 1177: Fate Puppet

Mo Zun looked at Wang Wei, the hatred in his eyes almost palpable. If his eyes could kill, he would have eradicated this scorn from his life. No, he would do even worse things to him if he had the power. Sadly, his gaze was that of a sore loser, and even if he did not want to admit it, it was true.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"As always, you overestimate yourself," Wang Wei said. "Do you think I have ever treated you as an opponent?" Wang Wei shook his head in disappointment.

"You had all this time to ascend and leave the lower dimension as swiftly as possible, but you didn't. Why? The answer is obvious: you held on to hope. You hope that something will happen to me or I will suffer great damage in my battle with the Abyss Gap.

"And even if that didn't work, you hoped to hide long enough until I ascended. Then, the lower dimension would become yours to do as you please. Without me on your way, you can finally win."