Chapter 867

What a weak god

The red–robed 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 god–like 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 Haylan’s eyes, he was so weak that it was pathetic.

This infuriated the messenger to no end.

He spat bitterly.

The red–robed 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!

hold of

who are you?” The red–robed messenger stared at

prided himself on his worldliness and

to the God Realm as a cultivator, he

scared him more than the monsters and demons he encountered back where he came from!

there be such a powerful existence in the mortal

This was unbelievable!

looked down at the red–robed messenger coldly. “Don’t you

for your name. I’m asking for your identity. Who exactly are you?” The red–robed messenger stared

doesn’t matter who I am. You already know my identity. You’ve probably already

mask, his eyes filled with curiosity.

mask was the same as the secret door he had seen in Bernard’s

meteorite.

mysterious substances that even his God’s Eye could not

grabbed the mask. He wanted to lift it and see who the

“Ahh!”

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Chapter 867

rugged at the mask, the messenger’s face twisted in agony as he bowled

the red–robed messengers face only jerked

face and neck were stretching, caning

when he saw

actually

no distinction between the two!

mask, the red–robed messenger’s facial

violently, the red–robed messenger’s facial muscles might be torn apart.

no way he could see the

remarkable of you to treat yourself so

with a cold and hateful gaze. “My skills cannot hold a candle

defeat”

you will never get to see my face”

am at peace. Come on, kill

had admitted defeat, the red–robed messenger’s voice was

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