Pan Buwang suddenly stopped struggling, and his eyes came to a complete standstill. He murmured, “That’s right. A piece of trash like me never deserved Wuqing. She wouldn’t have been murdered by that crazy bitch if it wasn’t for me… what’s even the point of living anymore? What else can I do…”0

The Fog Monarch replied, “If you live, you can take back everything you lost. If you live, you can make everyone who kicked you while you were down tremble in fear and regret. If you live, you can take revenge for your mother. If you live, you can travel to the Eternal Night Kingdom of God yourself and confirm Shen Wuqing’s condition. If you live, you can help a living Wuqing break free from her current fate if she is still alive, or take revenge for her if she really is dead!”0

“Ha… haha…” Pan Buwang laughed as if he just heard the funniest joke of the century. He was laughing at both the so-called Fog Monarch and most of all, himself. “You think I don’t want that…? I have dreamed it all… but I'm just a discarded pawn, a useless piece of trash! I'm so useless even my furious roars are just a source of amusement to others, so useless that I can only fulfill my desires in a dream…”0

“You are a piece of trash.” The Fog Monarch gave his cold, indifferent evaluation. “But in my hands, even the most worthless piece of trash can become a king that overlooks all!”1

As the terrifying voice descended, the Fog Monarch abruptly approached and stepped on Pan Buwang’s back where his heart was located with a right leg covered in thick abyssal dust. 0

“Ugh!” Pan Buwang groaned, but he couldn’t resist at all since his body and his profound energy were completely suppressed by the...0