For a moment, Zhu Bufan could not bear this enormous jest from the heavens. Instantly, an overwhelming hatred rose swiftly from the depths of his heart.
"I hate so much, I hate the heavens, why are they so unfair...
I hate the Zhu Family, why are they so heartless...
I hate my parents, why did they give birth to me, and then cruelly abandoned me...
I hate myself even more, why am I so useless..."
...
"Am I going to die?" Zhu Bufan muttered to himself.
Chaos, darkness, and deep blue... these three somber colors appeared in Zhu Bufan's conscious space. They were intertwining, swirling, seemingly attracting yet repelling and pressing against each other!
"I am not willing, I am not willing..."
Just before Zhu Bufan's consciousness completely subsided, a stubborn obsession lingered in his mind!
At the same time, Zhu Yuheng's palm was already striking downward. Not only did it pose no threat to Zhu Bufan, but it also gave him a glimmer of hope.
