Wang Hao huffed, "You all accuse me of being a calamity, yet the common people call me a hero. What does that tell you? It shows that the masses have clear eyes. Those with petty minds are doomed to infamy, while I, the great hero, will be renowned for generations and revered by posterity."
Bing Lu was rendered speechless; this bastard was not only shameless but also liked to twist right and wrong.
In her mind, wasn't it clear who would be remembered with admiration and who would be cursed eternally?
The most infuriating thing was that this bastard even indirectly insulted her by calling her small-minded.
Just then, the Blood God laughed maniacally, "Today, this emperor shall perish, but to have you all accompany me in death is truly a life well lived!"
As soon as these words fell, the bodies of the five hundred thousand heavenly soldiers began to swell rapidly, and their terrifying aura continued to strengthen.
