"Now that the butcher's knife falls upon you, do you understand how the members of the Starting Point Legion felt when they were hunted by you?"
"How dare you stay around me, whispering your hatred for me?"
"Who ordered you to take action against the Starting Point Legion?"
"Why don't you hate them?!"
"Unfathomable!"
It was as if thousands of people were repeating the same words next to his ears, creating an overwhelming clamor.
Li Zheng tried to block his ears with spiritual power, but found it had no effect.
The voices seemed to reach directly into the depths of his soul, with no means to shut them out.
"Hahahahaha!"
Li Zheng laughed wildly. Although there was no blood visible on him, a faint black aura began to form.
Just a glance at the black qi made one feel deep killing intent and hatred.
The black qi surged upward, coiling above Li Zheng's head, slowly descending.
It turned into 'black hair' on his bald head, swaying as if it were alive.
