Du Bufan wore a cold, stern expression like a freezing star. Without a moment's hesitation, he lifted his foot and strode toward the Netherworld Condor King. His steps were firm and powerful, each one sounding like a heavy hammer striking the ground, carrying a resolute determination of burning the boats behind him, as if nothing in this world could stop him from moving forward.
"Ha, Epithet Bai, you really are something else." General Wu split his mouth open into a grin, revealing a row of menacing teeth, and laughed at Epithet Bai. His rugged face was somewhat distorted with schadenfreude, and his eyes gleamed with a wolf-like, playful light, as if he had already seen Du Bufan about to be swallowed by a cruel fate—a scene that struck him as nothing more than a comical performance.
Epithet Bai stroked his beard, a thoroughly sinister smile slowly creeping onto the corners of his mouth. It was a smile like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows, darting out its tongue: "We've wasted so much time here, it's utterly boring. Now that we have this reckless little brat putting on a suicide show, isn't it just wonderful?" The cruel gleam in his eyes was like a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark. In his view, the struggle of the weak was merely a farce to amuse him, a futile resistance of life against his authority.
Chapter 134