Those eyes were indifferent, the tone surprisingly flat.
Zhu Qi suddenly shivered slightly; he was methodical, listing various concrete evidence and data as if searching for an answer, but this was not a courtroom—why would anyone need to explain to you or confront you?
The emotions of ants, their joys and sorrows, their doubts—why should anyone deliberately cater to them??
Moreover, it is just as said.
Even if spoken, would he believe it?
The moment he came here to ask, he already had the answer in his heart.
Like them, the prodigies of this era have a firm Tao Heart, believing only in the evidence they have researched themselves.
Only now did the Witch Emperor realize that this was an ancient existence who spoke with his fists, and back then was not bothered with your Apocalypse era's schemes.
Without listening to either side's arguments, just three short punches shattered the entire stage.
