"Hey? Is there any more? Give me a little more, I haven't absorbed enough yet!" Fang Jueyu shouted at the sky, "No way? No way? You don't really have not a drop left?"
"Listen to that, is that something a human would say? That's just too arrogant!" Hearing Fang Jueyu's cocky words, anyone would feel the urge to give him a beating.
What does he mean by this? What does he take the Power of Laws for? Come on, the Power of Laws is the highest rule of this universe, doesn't it deserve respect?
"What does this tone mean? Is he looking down on the Power of Laws?"
"If this Power of Laws had consciousness, it would surely send another bolt of lightning to strike him dead, wouldn't it?"
"But how did he do it? Enduring this Power of Laws head-on without a scratch, perhaps only a martial artist of demigod level can do that?"
"Forget it, trying to guess them would only make us feel more inferior, we better stay humble as mortals!"
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